MONDAY, JULY 9
Psalm 8:1-9
Acts 3:19

Let us live each day for Jesus.

“HOW GREAT THOU ART!”

Though man straddles the skies, he rarely looks out of his cabin-window to behold the glories of God’s creation. What he sees are hordes of his own kind queuing and rushing each day in a struggling existence, himself a speck in the surging human tide. How stifled is his soul! Let him return to his status of an earthworm. Let him look up to the night-blue sky above and sing in adoration with David in Psalm 19:1. Let us with David’s child-simple faith praise the Almighty. The children’s innocent voices are a delight to both God and men, except those who are hardened enemies to the Truth. Our Lord quoted Psalm 8:2 to silence the chief priests and scribes who resented the children’s Hosannas to the Son of David, their Lord and Creator. It is when we see the wonders of God’s creation that we sink back into our smallness. Yet, we are the apex of God’s creation, and the apple of His eye (Ps 17:8).

Though we are “a little lower than the angels” by our mortality, and Jesus who has taken upon Himself our flesh and blood to die in our stead is also “made a little lower than the angels” (Heb 2:9-18), yet we are to triumph with Him who is our Head, to be crowned with glory and honour. In Jesus Christ we have Paradise regained. We who are sons by adoption in Him shall reign together with Him over the whole creation “when the times of refreshing shall come from the presence of the Lord” (Acts 3:19).

Inspite of our rebellion in Adam, the mandate to man to “have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over every living thing that moveth upon the earth” remains (Gen 1:28). Alas, it is when man tries to invade God’s territory, the spheres above our air-region, that disasters occur to put man in his proper place.

In conclusion, let us echo with David. Let us, “like a good composer, the poet returns to his keynote, falling back, as it were, into his first state of wondering adoration” (Spurgeon).

THOUGHT: “How Great Thou Art.”
PRAYER: Forgive my pride, O Lord. May I always see myself as a worm.