A tour bus along with several cars had stopped in front of the artist's house. People wandered around pointing at the towering steel sculptures glinting in the sun, while their cameras zoomed in on silver turbines spinning in the morning breeze. One person paused long enough to read the plaque on the wrought iron fence surrounding the sculpture garden. It happens almost every day not far from where I live.

Every time I drive past and see all the tourists and cameras, I think, They'd appreciate it so much more if they knew the artist the way I did. The artist had been a friend of mine for many years before he died. I often watched him at work transforming rusty oil-field pipe and truck axles into graceful works of art. When I see all that he made, I can't help but think of him.

As Christians, we are privileged to know the Creator of the universe. So when we study a tiny wildflower or marvel at the vastness of the Milky Way, we are reminded of the One who made all of it. In a deeply personal expression of praise, the psalmist wrote, "O Lord, our Lord, how excellent is Your name in all the earth" (Psalm 8:1).

How much more wonderful the marvels of this world appear when we know the One who made them all!    — David C. McCasland