Political thoughts were set aside as more important thoughts took precedent this past week. My daughter and I spent the week reading Orthodoxy by G.K. Chesterton for an assignment she had in one of her home schooling courses. As we read much of it aloud, I would stop and explain, first to myself and then to her the deeply profound truths about Christianity through the heart of Chesterton. The pages are now thoroughly underlined, with notes in the margins and “Wow” written often next to incredibly insightful text. To share a list of favorites would take hours of typing, yet the one thought that has swirled in my mind is how, as an adult, I have allowed the wonder and marvel of God to sit quietly on a shelf while my adult life and busyness carries me on day to day. To stop and wonder about God and His divinity, to enjoy His creation and get away from the daily grind should become a first part of my day and not an after thought.
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 got tired of making them. It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we. The repetition in Nature may not be a mere recurrence; it may be a theatrical encore (58). Orthodoxy, G.K. Chesterton
As I picked up Tozer’s Knowledge of the Holy tonight, I read again the need for wonder and marvel at our God above all gods. Tozar stated, “This world, after all our science and sciences, is still a miracle; wonderful, inscrutable, magical and more, to whosoever will think of it……Secularism, materialism, and the intrusive presence of things have put out the light in our souls and turned us into a generation of zombies. We cover our deep ignorance with words, but we are ashamed to wonder, we are afraid to whisper “mystery.”
I for one recognize that my life as a wife, mother, home schooler, worship leader, teacher, blogger was getting in the way of my wonder of God. I am that zombie missing out on His mysteries. To take time to wonder, to dwell on the Infinite will only make the temporal busyness of my life meaningful.
“We think more loftily of God by knowing that He is incomprehensible, and above our understand, than by conceiving Him under any image, and creature beauty, according to our rude understanding,” spoke Michael de Molinos.
I encourage you, as I encourage myself, to take time and smell the daisies. Take time to wonder, as Chesterton suggested, that perhaps God does in fact create each flower one by one, because He never gets tired.