This year I heard my oak clap it’s hands. Just once – really properly.
I’ve had a long-term fixation with the verse in Isaiah 55 which states that ‘You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace. The mountains and hills will burst into song before you, and all the trees of the fields will clap their hands’
I sort of believed it, but it sounded all very Francis of Assisi – an experience reserved for real saints, and above all, for deserving saints. I mean, the mountains actually sang for them!
But my current revelation is that those mountains are forever singing, and the trees don’t stop clapping their hands. They’re not singing for the saints, or for us, they’re singing praises to their creator. The gift, or the challenge, or the goal, is to hear it.
Earlier this year, and early one morning, I heard our oak clap. I’ve rarely felt such awe before God, and rarely felt so…well….loved.