Summer is a time to get outside, to enjoy God’s creation – and many people do
this by retreating to their cabins, or embarking on a camping trip, or even
simply by taking an evening stroll by the creek. There is something restorative
to being out in nature. Last year Doctors in Scotland began prescribing nature
as part of treatments for chronic illnesses. According to one of the health
improvement practitioners for the National Health Service in Scotland
"Through the 'Nature Prescriptions' project doctors and nurses can explain
and promote the many benefits which being outdoors can have on physical and
mental well-being." Being out in God’s creation is good for us, plain and
simple.
Celtic Christianity has a deep understanding of the
connection between God and nature, and the rediscovery of early Celtic
Christianity’s unique approach to faith and life in recent decades has given
birth too many new expressions of this emphasis of seeing God in God’s
creation. In one of my Celtic worship resources I came across a poem that
captures this beautifully. It was written in 1986 by Donald Evans in Gaelic,
and translated by Cynthia and Saunders Davies.
The Christ
of Nature
He loved
cherry sunsets growing heavy on the branches of the evening;
He loved bud
coloured dawns opening from the east’s earth.
He loved the
sea, green in its happiness, seeking the shore;
He loved to
see it languishing back stonily from its crest to its groove.
He loved the
character of birds, the flock that trusted in His Father;
He loved
lambs, the most skillfully fashioned: the lambs,
the most
innocent in their nature.
He loved the
beasts of the borders: the ones that dwelt in the world;
He loved
their sure dependence on that which the wilderness provided.
He loved
wheat shivering as it became golden and heavy headed with nourishment;
He loved the
fortressed mountain country, the desolation where peace grew.
He loved the
earth, loved it as a lover, because it is God’s earth;
He loved it,
because it was created by His Father from nothingness to be Life’s temple.
When we spend time in nature I think that we sense deep down
the goodness of creation, that God brought all this diversity, complexity,
balance and beauty into being in a mysterious and wondrous manner – and that
nature truly is Life’s temple, where God’s sustaining presence intersects with
all of life, including our own.
The
Psalmists knew this too. There are a number of psalms that speak of creation as
an expression of God’s power, beauty, creativity and providence. These psalms
see various elements of creation as evidence of God’s active presence in the
world.
An example
of one of these creation centered is the 148th Psalm:
Psalm
148 (ESV)
Praise the
Lord! Praise the Lord from the heavens;
praise him
in the heights!
Praise him,
all his angels; praise him, all his hosts!
Praise him,
sun and moon, praise him, all you shining stars!
Praise him,
you highest heavens, and you waters above the heavens!
Let them
praise the name of the Lord!
For he
commanded and they were created.
And he
established them forever and ever;
he gave a
decree, and it shall not pass away.
Praise the
Lord from the earth, you great sea creatures and all deeps,
fire and
hail, snow and mist, stormy wind fulfilling his word!
Mountains
and all hills, fruit trees and all cedars!
Beasts and
all livestock, Creeping things and flying birds!
Kings of the
earth and all peoples, princes and all rulers of the earth!
Young men
and maidens together, old men and children!
Let them
praise the name of the Lord, for his name alone is exalted;
his majesty
is above earth and heaven.
He has
raised up a horn for his people, praise for all his saints,
for the
people of Israel who are near to him.
Praise the
Lord!
Here the
Psalmist sings of how all of creation praises God, simply by being what it was
created to be. The sun, moon and stars praise God simply by shining in the
heavens. The mountains and hills praise God simply by bringing contour to the
landscape. The beasts of the earth and the birds of the air praise God simply
by their very existence. This idea is echoed in other places in the Bible, for
instance Isaiah 55:12 which speaks of mountains and hills bursting into song
and the trees clapping their hands in praise of the greatness of God.
The past few
years Beth and I have started taking more notice of the birds in our area. We
have set up a few bird feeders in our yard, which I try to keep well stocked.
This year we have had everything from Goldfinches to Mallards, Hummingbirds to
Downy Woodpeckers visit us – over 20 different species that we have identified
so far. I enjoy the bird song that fills our yard, to me it sounds like
praise-filled music. I am particularly delighted when I hear the sound of rare
birds, for I am aware that many of these songs are disappearing.
In a CBC
report on the work of Dr. Christy Morrissey, an avian toxicologist at the
University of Saskatchewan, she is quoted as saying "Farmers will tell you
they used to see meadowlarks on every fence post and now the meadowlarks are
increasingly rare, you feel it's a special thing when you actually see a
meadowlark or hear one singing." It is sad to think of the silencing of
the meadowlarks’ praise. Regina author Trevor Harriot also writes of the
decline of the song bird population on the prairies in his book Grass, Sky,
Song: Promise And Peril In World Of Grassland Birds. Mostly this decline is the
direct result of human activity.
What we see
happening on the prairies is amplified when we look at the whole of creation.
In a shocking report from the United Nations released just this spring we
learned that Nature’s Dangerous Decline is ‘Unprecedented’ and that Species
Extinction Rates are ‘Accelerating’. Perhaps it’s most shocking revelation from
this U.N. report is that up to 1 million species are threatened with
extinction, many within decades. When I read that I thought to myself “When we
wipe out a species we are killing the praise of God!” By causing species to go
extinct we are silencing the unique praise of God emanating from that
particular animal, fish, reptile or insect. I wonder what the Psalmists would
think if we could go back in time and tell them that large portions of God’s
living creation would be decimated by humans in the future. I think they would
see such human activity not as praise of God, but rather the cursing of
creation.
The poem The Christ of Nature is from
A Celtic Primer: The Complete Celtic Worship Resource and Collection compiled by Brendan O'Malley.
The picture of the American Goldfinches by Dennis Hendricksen.