Psalms 147:8-9. Who covereth the heaven with clouds, who prepareth rain for the earth, who maketh grass to grow upon the mountains. He giveth to the beast his food, and to the young ravens which cry.
God, the Infinite One, makes the clouds; not the laws of nature, which are dead, inoperative things without him; but Jehovah himself fashions the clouds, and prepares the rain. There is an infinite wisdom about the preparation of every raindrop, and the sending it in such form and way that it shall be balanced upon each blade of grass, and shall hang there glittering in its perfection, and nourish even the least herb of the field. Only infinite wisdom could have thought of or prepared a single shower of rain. This rain is for the grass; does God think of the grass? Yes, not only of the cedars of Lebanon, but of grass, and not only of the grass that grows in the fruitful meadow, but of those little tufts which are here and there upon the rugged mountains. He thinks of clouds, and of rain, and of grass which he makes to grow upon the mountains, that he may feed cattle. Does God, the high and lofty One, stoop to give to the beast his food? Ah! and more than that, he feeds all those wild birdlings that seem of no use to men, the young ravens which clamor for the parent bird to return, and fill them when they are hungry. Does God turn feeder of ravens? Ah, so it is; then, again, blessed be his name! Praise ye the Lord, for it is good to sing praises to such a condescending God as this. I am sure that you can draw the inferences for your own comfort. Do you seem like a little bit of grass on the bare mountain-side? He has clouds and rain for you. Do you seem like a neglected bird in its nest, crying for food? He who feeds the ravens will feed you. The Hebrew has it, "the sons of the ravens," and if God gives food to the sons of the ravens, he will certainly feed his own sons.
Psalms 147:8-9. Who covereth the heaven with clouds, who prepareth rain for the earth, who maketh grass to grow upon the mountains. He giveth to the beast his food, and to the young ravens which cry.
God, the Infinite One, makes the clouds; not the laws of nature, which are dead, inoperative things without him; but Jehovah himself fashions the clouds, and prepares the rain. There is an infinite wisdom about the preparation of every raindrop, and the sending it in such form and way that it shall be balanced upon each blade of grass, and shall hang there glittering in its perfection, and nourish even the least herb of the field. Only infinite wisdom could have thought of or prepared a single shower of rain. This rain is for the grass; does God think of the grass? Yes, not only of the cedars of Lebanon, but of grass, and not only of the grass that grows in the fruitful meadow, but of those little tufts which are here and there upon the rugged mountains. He thinks of clouds, and of rain, and of grass which he makes to grow upon the mountains, that he may feed cattle. Does God, the high and lofty One, stoop to give to the beast his food? Ah! and more than that, he feeds all those wild birdlings that seem of no use to men, the young ravens which clamor for the parent bird to return, and fill them when they are hungry. Does God turn feeder of ravens? Ah, so it is; then, again, blessed be his name! Praise ye the Lord, for it is good to sing praises to such a condescending God as this. I am sure that you can draw the inferences for your own comfort. Do you seem like a little bit of grass on the bare mountain-side? He has clouds and rain for you. Do you seem like a neglected bird in its nest, crying for food? He who feeds the ravens will feed you. The Hebrew has it, "the sons of the ravens," and if God gives food to the sons of the ravens, he will certainly feed his own sons.