Sunday, March 7, 2010

The mere edges...whispers....who can understand?

As the sun begins its daily descent  where it will sink
behind the horizon of

my eye's perspective,
the golden red rays light up the California wild lilac on the path to the edge of the cliff above the waters. 

I have been reading "The Book of Job," slowly, and not for the first time, but it always feels like the first time.  Sunsets feel that way too.  I see them...then I see them. 
 When reading "Job"  it is important to keep track of who is speaking...his counselors really weren't helpful.
The book of Job is such poetry...majestically written. 

In Chapter 26 Job is answering his friends and speaking of  the Creator:

26:7  He stretches out the north over empty space;
         He hangs the earth on nothing.
     8  He binds up the water in His thick clouds,
         Yet the clouds are not broken under it.
     9  He covers the face of His throne,
         And spreads His cloud over it.
  10   He drew a circular horizon on the
         face of the waters.
         At the boundary of light and darkness.
 11 The pillars of heaven tremble,
      And are astonished at His rebuke.
 12 He stirs up the sea with His power,
      And by His understanding He breaks up the storm.
13  By His Spirit He adorned the
      His hand pierced the fleeing serpent.

14 Indeed these are the mere edges of
    His ways;
    and how small a whisper we hear
    of Him!
    But the thunder of His power
   who can understand?

( NIV translation)

Dedicated to the grieving... Haiti's unhoused are about to meet the rainy season.
... May we  remember to give what we can to active aid agencies ...


Sarah Beth said...

and Chile suffers too along with Haiti.. the problem of pain.

Meanwhile San Diegans complain about our rain... but I rejoice that it fills up our lakes and rivers.

Amid suffering there is joy and beauty. Often catastrophes bring out the best in people, while blessings leave us ungrateful. I hope to learn to be grateful and content in all circumstances...

Your pictures are worth a thousand words and echo Job's words as well.

Thank you for the reminder to help those less fortunate.

GretchenJoanna said...

This post is worthy of a word better than "beautiful," but that's what came to mind. So much we can't fathom and understand, of the majestic and the transcendent, and the painful.
But Sarah Beth is right, about catastrophes' potential to bring out the best in people. I often think, when people complain to God and ask how He could allow people to suffer, do the complainers ever cause suffering themselves? Do they ever go out of their way to alleviate suffering?

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Haddock said...

Nice photographs.