Nothing New

I have been posting blogs at Seeing Creation for thirteen years. During that time I have written well over 600 entries related to nature and spirituality. It has been a labor of love. But I have a confession to make; in recent months I have found myself struggling to find something new to say. I started by posting blogs twice a week. Eventually that changed to once a week. For quite some time, however, it has been only once a month. I am frustrated by my inability to come up with new material and have thought about shutting down the Seeing Creation page. I will probably do that eventually but I thought for a little while I would share with you some of my early posts. Today I share with you one called “Like a Tree Planted by Water” that was originally posted May 29, 2009. It was one of my first attempts at blogging. In the coming weeks I will share with you some of my favorites from the past. I hope you won’t mind.

“He is like a tree planted by streams of water…” (Psalm 1:3)
I have just returned from a photo trip to California that included stops at Yosemite National Park, Muir Woods, Point Reyes National Seashore and Santa Monica National Recreation Area. One reason I enjoy visiting other parts of the country is that I get to see trees we do not find here in the southern Appalachians where I live. Majestic redwoods, ponderosa pines, Pacific dogwoods — even a sequoia planted by John Muir himself–brought great delight to my soul.
While on this trip I started reading Eugene Peterson’s book, Answering God: The Psalms as Tools for Prayer. Commenting on Psalm 1 he writes,
“Comprehension of the invisible begins in the visible. Praying to God begins by looking at a tree. The deepest relationship of which we are capable has its origin in the everyday experience of taking a good look at what is in everybody’s backyard. We are not launched into the life of prayer by making ourselves more heavenly, but by immersing ourselves in the earthy; not by formulating abstractions such as goodness, beauty, or even God, but by attending to trees and tree toads, mountains and mosquitoes.”
I think Peterson is on to something here. Contemplating the natural world can, in fact, move us—even compel us—to pray. Psalm 19 begins with the words, “The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of His hands.” The same psalm ends with the Psalmist praying “May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be pleasing in your sight, O Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer.”
I suggest that it’s not just “the heavens” but all of Creation that declares the glory of God and that as we begin “seeing Creation” we will join the Psalmist in offering our prayers to God.
— Chuck