THE WORKS I DO by S.

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Jun 4, 1902

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 28, No. 23.

“THE WORKS I DO.”

By S.

“The works that I do in My Father's name, they bear witness of Me.” John 10:25. In this appeal of Christ to the unbelieving Jews, He called up a witness which they could not refute or gainsay. The works were there; and tho the Jews in their blindness were seeking continually to condemn Him, the works bore constant witness that He was what He professed to be, the Son of God. He Himself put them forth as His witness; for He said, “Tho ye believe not Me, believe the works.” John 10:38. And again: “Believe Me for the very works’ sake.” John 14:11.

God's works are bearing witness of Him in every part of the universe. “The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament showeth His handiwork. Day unto day uttereth speech, and night unto night showeth knowledge. There is no speech nor language where their voice is not heard.” Ps. 19:1-3. All the creations of God are bearing witness for Him—speaking in their own language, it is true, but speaking with a voice that can be heard by all, and in a language that all who will may understand. The stars that twinkle to us through infinite space are telling us of the wisdom and power of Him who made them and gave to each its orbit and the glory of its radiance, and set a bound for its habitation which it can never pass. The mind may think out into space beyond the faintest star that glitters on the robe of night; think out into the black depths through which the radiance of majestic suns wearies in its limitless flight, and sinks before its trembling finger-tips have touched the shore of our vision; think out, and out, and out, till thought itself, like a fledgling sparrow, flutters and falls in the endless flight; and still are those measureless depths peopled with works that are tonguing the praise of the common Maker. The great audience-chamber of the Infinite is peopled with His witnesses.

In the presence of such a concourse, presumptuous indeed is the human atom that comes to the bar of eternity to present his little brief on the non-existence of Him by, and through, and in, whom all these consist. Truly, it is wisdom's voice which says, “The fool hath said in his heart, There is no God.” There is a God, and these are some of His witnesses, witnessing to His existence, to His wisdom, to His power, to His care, and to His undying love.

His works are His witnesses. Are you familiar with the testimony they are bearing for your benefit? Can you say that you have never looked up into the sky, and heard their voices speaking to your heart of Him who holds your life in His hand, and who has pledged Himself to care for you as He cares for them—so that not one faileth? There is symphony and harmony in the growing things about you. If you have never attuned the ears of your understanding to the sweet, insistent pipings of these choral witnesses, then the sweetest orchestra of earth you have never heard, tho the very air was vibrant with its melody. Get in tune with the Infinite, and your soul will thrill with the music of the praise that flows from the works that are witnessing for Him. Better still, you will be able to join in, and your own life will sing that praise in everything you do. S.