“O Earth! Thou hast not any wind that blows
Which is not music; every weed of thine
Pressed rightly flows in aromatic wine.
And every humble hedge-row flower that grows,
And every little brown bird that doth sing,
Hath something greater than itself, and bears
A living word to every living thing,
Albeit it hold the message unawares.”
God wants interpreters. He does not walk the earth in form that we can see, or speak to us in words that we can hear. Yet he is always with us, and he is always speaking to us. Once he sent his only begotten Son, and men saw his face — a face like their own, and heard his voice, a voice like their own. Now he has many sons; and in all of these, just in the measure in which they are true, God’s face beams its love upon the world, and God’s voice speaks its message to the world.
Every one of us has something to do in interpreting God to men. If we are his friends, the “secret of the Lord” is with us. Not a secret, however, which we are to keep to ourselves, but one which it is ours to declare. We are in the world to reveal God, and to make God’s words plain to others.
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