for
the love which from our birth over and around us lies:
Lord
of all, to Thee we raise this our hymn of grateful praise.
---Folloitt S. Pierpoint, 1864
No real reason for it. Serves no tangible purpose. Can’t be
quantified, traded, saved, spent, stored. Wasteful, some have called it.
Needless. Sinful, even. Beauty. That’s
right, beauty. There have been
periods in Christian history during which any sort of artistic expression was
frowned upon, sometimes banned outright, its practitioners punished,
ostracized.
Yet there it is. Open
your eyes. Turn any corner. There is no escaping it. In a world created by God,
beauty abundant is literally everywhere; warm light and velvet darkness, green
forest and sere desert, pudgy baby knees and deep wisdom of old folk eyes.
Beauty in cosmos and cell, in the physical world and the spiritual, natural
beauty and human handiwork. We worship a God who flings beauty around
like it will never run out.
Praise the Lord for beauty, true good gift of God.
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