Reading Isaiah 55 as part of my daily (perhaps 'daily' is an inaccurate word, but as I'm just starting, I'm aiming for daily) Ignatian exercises
. At the end, I arrive at:'...the mountains and the hills before you shall burst into song, and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands.'
And it occurs to me that the trees and the hills are a lot smarter than I am. They know how to rejoice at the presence of a Savior, while I know how to sin and look inward. They recognize God as worthy of worship at all times, and rejoice, while I, who consider myself smarter than trees and hills, am busy trying to worship the world and all that is in it.
Those prophets might have been on to something...
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