There is nothing quite like experiencing the beauty and wonder of the wild outdoors. I sometimes think that it would be most fitting to sing those songs that are about the glory of God, which we typically sing in church buildings, out in the open air of the great outdoors joining our voices with the praises of ravens, juncos, and some mighty hemlock trees in the Pine Creek Gorge.
It just feels like the perfect setting to sing songs like How Great Thou Art. My favorite verse of this song is the second, which goes like this:
"When through the woods and forest glades I wander, and hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees; when I look down from lofty mountain grandeur and hear the brook, and feel the gentle breeze; Then sings my soul, my Savior God to thee; how great thou art, how great thou art! Then sings my soul, my Savior God to thee; how great thou art, how great thou art!"
But the problem is that when I am in this sanctuary of the great outdoors it feels irreverent that the beautiful melody of a thrush or a wren should be drowned out by my own voice. And so while I am surrounded by the praise of this whole diverse community of life, in my heart I am singing How Great Thou Art while I rest among the mountains in reverent silence and thankfulness.