Psalm 104:16-23
8-30-2022
O Lord My God, You Are Very Great
The trees of the Lord are watered abundantly, the cedars of Lebanon that he planted. In them the birds build their nests; the stork has her home in the fir trees. The high mountains are for the wild goats; the rocks are a refuge for the rock badgers. He made the moon to mark the seasons; the sun knows its time for setting. You make darkness, and it is night when all the beasts of the forest creep about. The young lions roar for their prey, seeking their food from God. When the sun rises, they steal away and lie down in their dens. Man goes out to his work and to his labor until the evening.
As one read Psalm 104, it makes the “religion of Climate Change” seem Laughable. It is a very foolish person that put themselves in the place of God, yet many do. Did you read God’s design for man, to work, it may come as a shock, but in work is contentment. This also may come as a surprise but it is a wise person that finds peace and joy in the labor God has designed them to do. My dad's heart was to coach football, to encourage young boys to become men, but he never did what he would have enjoyed. He did what he found to be the need of his family, to work at two jobs to support all five members of our family. Yet he made time to be at most of the high school football practices. He knew the coaches and the players and they knew him.
How I also want you to notice, that the young lion seeks its food from God, and how God design the elements for the birds and the different animals. God also made the sun and the moon for the day and night and also for the seasons.
Now as you ponder on those truths, what is man, can I tell you he or she was created in the image of God? They are of great value to God and He loves them no matter of color or race, title, or place in the social structure. The only thing that can separate us from God’s love is to reject God’s love gift of His only Son, Jesus Christ. And those who go after religions chasing after the little gods, like Climate Change.
From the Back Porch,
Bob Rice
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