I just looked at my keyboard and noticed that I have a Del button. If only life had a Del (Tackett) button, and when you pushed it, an attractively winsome voice would give you a snippet of sound advice. I tried hitting it on my keyboard, but you guessed it, no voice. Siggies out.
Speaking of Del Tackett, when I was in his class at the Institute, he required us to memorize the hymn Holy, Holy, Holy. As of late, I've been thinking about the words to that song more and more. Tonight I was sitting by the campfire, and the words from the last verse echoed through my mind: All Thy works shall praise Thy name in earth and sky and sea. Over the constant hum in my ears (from shooting my big rifle last week), all was silent but the cracking fire and the chitter-chatter of crickets. The nearly-full orange moon crept up over the black horizon. And the fire kept on burning bright and steady.
...in earth and sky and sea...
I am a firm believer that if we take some time to shut our yaps, turn off the artificial light of the television, and go sit outside for awhile, we can catch a glimpse of God's works singing their praise songs to Him. As Jesus said, if we're silent, even the rocks will cry out. Sometimes we need to be alone to be reminded that they're still singing, and what a pity if they're singing louder than we are.
