August overwhelms the senses with brilliant hues of color and light; the vibrant aroma of growing things alongside their fresh taste and crunch; bird song in early morning; the persistent peepers in the evening; and the haunting cry of a loon after dark.
Maybe it’s because of all this–or because we fill our summer daylight with busy-ness from dawn to dusk–that this prayer from Psalm 119:18 belongs on the front page of our summer song books:
Open my eyes that I may see
Wondrous things from your law.
There is no beauty to rival Truth, wondrous in all seasons.
Anticipating a fresh dose of truth on this Sunday morning,