“Praise [the Lord] sun and moon, praise him, all you shining stars!” Psalm 148:3
I hope each of you had a blessed day of Thanksgiving, giving thanks to the Lord because He is good and His mercy endures forever.
This Thanksgiving break I went backpacking through the Ouachita Mountains and the valleys of the Kiamichi River.Fifty-five miles of sore feet, a tired back, and oh, so much fun. One of the great pleasures I was afforded on Thanksgiving night was to have a beautiful view of the full Harvest Moon. What a sight!Did you see it?
While the moon has no voice to praise the Lord, the psalmist says to the moon, “Praise the Lord!” Its very existence testifies to God’s “invisible attributes, namely, his eternal power and divine nature” (Romans 1:21). And Psalm 19 says, “The heavens declare the glory of God, and the sky above proclaims his handiwork.”
The full moon this Thanksgiving was one of so many reasons to give thanks to our Maker. He has done all things well! I am His creature and He sustains me. I am His redeemed and He declares me justified by grace through faith on account of Jesus. I have been washed and named as His child and He keeps me in the Christian faith.There is so much to be thankful for.
One of my favorite poets is Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882). He wrote a poem called, “Harvest Moon.” It puts me in mind of last week on the backpacking trail on Thanksgiving Day. And while it is not overtly Christian in the way we sometimes like to see, it is still beautiful. Words rightly ordered are a gift from our God to be thankful for too.
It is the Harvest Moon! On gilded vanes
And roofs of villages, on woodland crests
And their aerial neighborhoods of nests
Deserted, on the curtained window-panes
Of rooms where children sleep, on country lanes
And harvest-fields, its mystic splendor rests!
Gone are the birds that were our summer guests,
With the last sheaves return the laboring wains!
All things are symbols: the external shows
Of Nature have their image in the mind,
As flowers and fruits and falling of the leaves;
The song-birds leave us at the summer’s close,
Only the empty nests are left behind,
And pipings of the quail among the sheaves.
“Oh give thanks unto the Lord for He is good; his mercy endures forever.”