This past Tuesday was the 540th birthday of Nicolas Copernicus, who discovered that we are not at the center of the universe. The Polish astronomer put forth a heliocentric model that had the Earth revolving around the sun–not the other way around. So important were his theories that Google dedicated an animated doodle to him on his birthday. Copernicus has truly arrived.
I’ve always been fascinated by stars and space. In fact, as a kid, I yearned to be an astronomer. Then I learned I would have to be really good at math, destroying that dream. Some people have math anxiety; I have full-blown math panic.
Still, I resound with the words of the great English verse-maker, William Cowper, who said, “Nature is a good name for an effect whose cause is God.”
Actually, you don’t have to be a poet to see that the road to God cuts through His creation. Natural signs illuminated with supernatural glory are everywhere. Stop. Look. Lovely, hand-painted signs direct you to the God whose studio is the whole world. A smiley face of a moon, grinning at its Creator, peeks over the Pacific horizon. To the east, a New England grove slips into a fiery fall wardrobe unmatched by any fashion designer. On the far side of the earth, in a sun-speckled rainforest, a 15-pound bloom unfolds in a riot of molten red.
The path to divinity also winds through the world’s zoo, supplied with species that have been estimated at over 8 million. Ants and antelopes. Giraffes and jellyfish. Birds with ten-foot wingspans, deep-sea fish with hinged teeth and light bulbs dangling from their heads. Mobile signs advertising a creative Artisan; billboards with hooves, horns, scales and pinions.
Look down. Scoop up a handful of soil. You are holding a miniature universe. The microorganisms swarming in that dirt pile outnumber the people on Planet Earth. Silently, without coffee breaks or vacations, these munching microbes break down waste, keeping the topsoil rich and fruitful. Small signs pointing to a big Creator.
Look up. The road to revelation roams through the heavens. Our Milky Way galaxy burns with roughly 100 billion stars, and an estimated 100 billion galaxies populate the cosmos. Signposts in the skies. Markers pointing to a Maker.
Look inward. Be still. The road curves back into your heart. You know that you are not self-created. You are not the product of blind, unfeeling forces, the result of mechanistic evolution. Your body is a marvel of engineering, your life a gift.
Inside. Outside. In the sky. In your spirit. The Master Signmaker is at work, leaving evidences of His power, love and creative flair.
Follow the signs—and you will find the Sign Maker.
“How many are your works, O LORD! In wisdom you made them all; the earth is full of your creatures.”