The old Celtic saints often looked around themselves at God’s creation for inspiration. These days many Christians are afraid to do so publicly because evolutionists have claimed the realm of nature for themselves. Yet I find that God can often speak through nature. Sometimes through a landscape, at other times through the animal kingdom. In the last couple of days there has hardly been a cloud in the sky. There should have a baptism in the fellowship that I belong to, but the candidate did not appear. Instead it was decided to do a short open air service on a patch of open ground. I was itching to go for a walk afterwards. The mountains were covered in snow but the valley floor was clear. As I walked towards the River Spey I noticed some birds in birch trees as I passed them and amongst them yellowhammers which usually fly off…