Psalm 148.
Praise ye the Lord. Praise ye the Lord from the heavens: praise Him in the heights.
2 Praise ye Him, all His angels: praise ye Him, all His hosts.
3 Praise ye Him, sun and moon: praise hHim, all ye stars of light.
4 Praise Him, ye heavens of heavens, and ye waters that be above the heavens.
5 Let them praise the name of the Lord: for Hhe commanded, and they were created.
6 He hath also stablished them for ever and ever: He hath made a decree which shall not pass.
7 Praise the Lord from the earth, ye dragons, and all deeps:
8 Fire, and hail; snow, and vapours; stormy wind fulfilling His word:
9 Mountains, and all hills; fruitful trees, and all cedars:
10 Beasts, and all cattle; creeping things, and flying fowl:
11 Kings of the earth, and all people; princes, and all judges of the earth:
12 Both young men, and maidens; old men, and children:
13 Let them praise the name of the Lord: for His name alone is excellent; His glory is above the earth and heaven.
14 He also exalteth the horn of His people, the praise of all His saints; even of the children of Israel, a people near unto Him. Praise ye the Lord.
This psalm continues the theme of praising God. His whole creation, from the tiniest to the most majestic, is to praise Him.
I am especially impressed with high mountains. I was born in Grand Junction, Colorado. I was only two years old when my parents moved us to Minnesota. I don’t, of course, have any clear memories of those amazing Rocky Mountains before I was two, but I certainly remember the excitement of seeing them on out trips back to visit relatives.
I don’t remember how old I was on the trip through the monotony of Kansas and Nebraska. This was before cars were air-conditioned. We just rolled down the windows and sweated, hair blowing all over the place unless we finally captured it with a scarf. Long freight trains provided a relief, and we counted cars up to well over 100.
I remember watching out the front windshield, and seeing a faint blue line way out on the horizon. I watched it for a long time, wondering if I was imagining it. Finally, I asked my dad what it was. “Those are the mountains, Linda.” Oh, how excited I was! “When will we get there?”
I expected him to say just an hour or two, but he said, “Sometime tomorrow afternoon. They’re a long way from here. You can see that blue line because of how huge they are.”
Well, that gave me something to think about, for sure. Minnesota was very flat. This was something new in my experience, and I could hardly sit still. It was worth the wait, though, and I have loved tall mountains ever since. Breathtaking, enormous, endless mountains.
God created them, and He expects those majestic mountains to praise Him! He also enjoys the praise of the little flowers along the way, and every other part of creation. He alone is worthy of the praise of all that He has made.