Chapter 10—A Knowledge of God
Many are the ways in which God is seeking to make Himself
known to us and bring us into communion with Him. Nature speaks
to our senses without ceasing. The open heart will be impressed with
the love and glory of God as revealed through the works of His hands.
The listening ear can hear and understand the communications of God
through the things of nature. The green fields, the lofty trees, the buds
and flowers, the passing cloud, the falling rain, the babbling brook, the
glories of the heavens, speak to our hearts, and invite us to become
acquainted with Him who made them all.
Our Saviour bound up His precious lessons with the things of
nature. The trees, the birds, the flowers of the valleys, the hills,
the lakes, and the beautiful heavens, as well as the incidents and
surroundings of daily life, were all linked with the words of truth, that
His lessons might thus be often recalled to mind, even amid the busy
cares of man’s life of toil.
God would have His children appreciate His works and delight in
the simple, quiet beauty with which He has adorned our earthly home.
He is a lover of the beautiful, and above all that is outwardly attractive
He loves beauty of character; He would have us cultivate purity and
simplicity, the quiet graces of the flowers.
If we will but listen, God’s created works will teach us precious
lessons of obedience and trust. From the stars that in their trackless
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courses through space follow from age to age their appointed path,
down to the minutest atom, the things of nature obey the Creator’s
will. And God cares for everything and sustains everything that He
has created. He who upholds the unnumbered worlds throughout
immensity, at the same time cares for the wants of the little brown
sparrow that sings its humble song without fear. When men go forth to
their daily toil, as when they engage in prayer; when they lie down at
night, and when they rise in the morning; when the rich man feasts in
his palace, or when the poor man gathers his children about the scanty
board, each is tenderly watched by the heavenly Father. No tears are
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