Creation sings of the Living God

Milky WayThe Milky Way (click to enlarge – you simply must!)

The Evidential Power of Beauty

by Charles J. Chaput, O.F.M. Cap.June 25, 2013

“Beauty is the battlefield where God and Satan contend for the hearts of men.”– Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

“Late have I loved thee, Beauty so old and so new; late have I loved thee. Lo, you were within, but I was outside, seeking there for you, and upon the shapely things you have made I rushed headlong — I, misshapen. You were with me, but I was not with you. They held me back far from you, those things which would have no being, were they not in you.” – Augustine, The Confessions

A friend once told me the story of how she first met God. She doesn’t remember her age; it must have been about 4 or 5. Her family lived in the countryside on the rim of one of our big eastern cities. And one June evening, cloudless, moonless, with just the hint of a humid breeze, her father took her out into the back yard in the dark and told her to look up at the sky. From one horizon to the other, all across the black carpet of the night, were the stars — thousands of them, tens of thousands, in clusters and rivers of light. And in the quiet, her father said, “God made the world beautiful because he loves us.”

That was more than 50 years ago. My friend grew up and learned all about entropy and supernovae and colliding galaxies and quantum mechanics and the general theory of relativity. But still, when she closes her eyes, she can see that carpet of stars and hear her father’s voice. God made the world beautiful because he loves us.

Creation is more than an accident of dead matter. It’s a romance. It has purpose. It sings of the Living God. It bears his signature.

The story of my friend offers several lessons we might consider this week as summer begins and life starts to briefly slow down.

First, the most powerful kind of witness doesn’t come from a classroom or pulpit. It doesn’t need an academic degree or special techniques. Instead, it grows naturally out of the lives of ordinary people–parents and spouses and friends; people confident in the love that God bears for them and eager to share it with others; people who know the world not as a collection of confused facts but as a symphony of truth and meaning.

Second, nature is sacramental. It points to things outside itself. God speaks and creation sings in silence. We can’t hear either if we’re cocooned in a web of manufactured distraction, anxiety and noise. We can’t see the heavens if our faces are buried in technologies that turn us inward on ourselves. Yet that’s exactly what modern American life seems to promote: a restless and relentless material appetite for “more,” that gradually feeds selfishness and separates each of us from everyone else.

Third and finally, every experience of real beauty leads us closer to three key virtues: humility, because the grandeur of creation invites awe and lifts us outside ourselves; love, because the human heart was made for glory and joy, and only the Author of life can satisfy its longings; and hope, because no sadness, no despair, can ultimately survive the evidence of divine meaning that beauty provides. If the world we see taking shape around us today in the name of a false freedom often seems filled with cynicism, ugliness, little blasphemies and sadness, we need to ask why. And then we need to turn our hearts again to the God of beauty – Augustine’s “Beauty so old and so new” — who created us, who sings his longing for us in the grandeur of the world he made, and who renews our souls.

God lives in the summer rain, the stars in the night sky, the wind in the leaves of the trees. He speaks to us through a creation alive with his love. We need to be silent, and watch and listen. And then we need to join in nature’s symphony of praise.

This article was originally published at http://archphila.org

peach roses3From Eowyn’s garden – after a summer rain, 2013.

~Eowyn

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0 responses to “Creation sings of the Living God

  1. Dressage Rider

    And the lovely rose….

     
  2. Beautiful thoughts and beautiful photos.
    What a great post on a Sunday morning.
    😀

     
  3. so much is said here, thankyou! that rose is so pretty and looks like it smells sooo good. 🙂

     
  4. Lovely thoughts, I thought you may like this one I wrote.

    A Garden’s Path

    Along a garden’s path I pause and realize summer has ended
    with my memories recalled its beauty will gently fade away
    and regret this garden’s end on a casual walk on a fall day.
    Spring renews a garden and I shall wait till springs return
    my thoughts in the clouds with all the flowers in bloom.

    Their sweet fragrance comes alive in a dream unveiled
    they’re unequaled on cool autumn days some dare say
    the loss of dear friends are the flowers that pass away
    yet praise their faded glory for their deaths are early.

    In thoughts their beauty to live on bloom by bloom
    their petals of love endure ageless to winter’s chill
    and remain alive on my garden’s path uncut today
    in memories unleashed, unmatched by their love.

    I wish for love’s return to these beds of flowers
    on this fall day that turns to gold in sight of them.
    Another season has passed and renewed their love
    for we are all blessed by God on this garden’s path
    I have come to know a flowers love is God’s eternal.

     
  5. Thank you Dr. Eowyn for this most Beautiful post and for showing us your lovely pink rose after a summer rain.

     
  6. What a beautiful portrait you painted of your memories! Thank you, Stephanie O!

     
  7. What an inspiration for me today as we return from the weekend funeral of one of the sweetest men our family ever met. Your flowers are beautiful. My yellow roses are in full bloom as well as our New Guinea impatiens and Mandevilla.

     

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