“Let the sea roar, and the fullness thereof;
let the fields rejoice, and all that is therein.”
— 1 Chronicles 16:32

Seas roar—and it is more than a metaphor.
Fields rejoice—and somehow find their voice.

All that is within them becomes our kin in the symphony of praise.

Nature sings. Each creature brings its offering of worship.
Mountains and hills shout. Volcanoes erupt. Every living thing—and even what we call inanimate—joins the mighty chorus declaring the glory of God.

Fields rejoice.

Imagine that.

When the first indicators of spring break through the earth, they are joining a dance of joy. The colors and the shapes reflect the essential nature given to them—tiny pieces of God’s self-revelation through creation.

“All nature sings, and round me rings
The music of the spheres.
This is my Father’s world.”
— Maltbie D. Babcock

Sound, color—even thought—can be described in the language of frequency, cycles moving through time. That is physics. When life enters in, it becomes biology. But when the Spirit enters in, it becomes life and worship.

I am no expert in the sciences, and no one is an expert in the things of the Spirit.

“The wind blows where it wishes…” — John 3:8

Jesus said it is so with those who are born of the Spirit.

We are not experts—but we are participants and observers.

We are participants in rejoicing with the fields that are coming to life right now.
We are invited into the chorus—the symphony of color, sound, and Spirit.

Babcock continues:

“This is my Father’s world, the birds their carols raise,
The morning light, the lily white, declare their Maker’s praise.
This is my Father’s world: He shines in all that’s fair;
In the rustling grass I hear Him pass;
He speaks to me everywhere.”

If the fields can rejoice, so can we.