April 5, 2017All of my productivity and renewal didn’t quite spill over into today. It’s okay. I had a lovely day out for most of it and then I fizzled when I got home. It’s late. I know the definition of insanity.I recently joined a new committee at church and two weeks ago, at my first meeting the person next to me had volunteered to say an opening prayer. He read this passage from “Orthodoxy” by G.K. Chesterton. It swept me off my feet that evening and I knew I… was in the right place. And before I start tapping it out, I simply shine a light on my own fascination with sunrise and sunset. The magic of both for different reasons. I am a night owl at heart who chose work that got me up in the dark. And I still do more of that for a quiet sanctuary first thing rather than barreling through my day into immediate motion. I have found morning stillness to be invaluable and not always easy. In fact, I ran from it for quite some time. And that eventually caught up with me because those things usually do. I love being a part of daybreak. I have plenty of photos on my phone to prove it. And my guess is that a few of you do too.Here is the passage he read:“Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say “do it again” and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead. For grown up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony. But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. It is possible that God says every morning “Do it again” to the sun, and every evening “Do it again” to the moon. It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike, it may be that God makes every daisy separately but has never gotten tired of making them. It may be that he has the eternal appetite of infancy for we have sinned and grown old-and (God) is younger than we. And now we rest. To do it again.
Woo hoo fist pump arms to the sky.