Marveling at God

Marveling at God's Creation

"Try walking around with a child who is going, "Wow! Look at that dirty dog! Look at that burned-down house! Look at that red sky! And the child points and you look, and you see, and you start going, "Wow! Look at that huge crazy hedge! Look at that tiny little baby! Look at the scary dark could!" I think this is how we are supposed to be in the world — present and in awe. Think about this wonderful poem by a Persian mystic, Rumi:

  • God's joy moves from unmarked box to unmarked box,
    From cell to cell. As rainwater, down into flowerbed.
    As roses, up from the ground,
    Now it looks like a plate of rice and fish,
    Now a cliff covered with vines, now a horse being saddled.
    It hides within these,
    Till one day it cracks them open.


Marveling at God's Word

Now, take the hand of a child and walk through the Word of God, "Wow, how old was Sarah when she had Isaac? Oh wow, did God REALLY turn the whole river into blood? Listen to this, Jesus was dead, really dead, but He was alive again and went to Heaven." What happened to our enthusiasm and wonder when reading God's word? Do we still get excited? Do we ask questions and dig deeper to find the answers?

  • God's majesty moves from page to page,
    From word to word,
    As rainwater sprinkled onto seeds,
    Providing nourishment for growth.
    Now a blanket of love,
    Fulfilling my need for peace.
    Now a shield of strength,
    Protecting me from Satan's arrows.
    It hides within His words,
    Till one day He leads me Home.