The heavens declare the glory of God;
the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
Day after day they pour forth speech;
night after night they display knowledge.
They have no speech, they use no words;
no sound is heard from them.
Yet their voice goes out into all the earth,
their words to the ends of the world.
What if our lives shine so brightly and display God’s love with such enigmatic beauty that creation speaks for itself? What if our message cannot help but flow from us and touch the world with its poignancy?