And the day God breathed upon your still life, stirring into being the green leaf and the flower, bud upon the branch and light
upon your soul. Here you felt the earth’s air on your petals and your leaves, and squinted into sunlight, gazing high for heaven
until you felt the gardener’s hand gently turning soil and soul, and nurturing you, bud in radiant sun.
Cascading rain absorbed in warm earth turning, heaven of fragrance. What is that sound in the wind and dazzling light?
Oh, the sweet sound of your delight in God. Sometimes it is like the sound of running laughter.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Until We Be Caught and Loved
I headed for my nearby Birch Island Park to do an hour or two of trails and hills. Just easy, I told myself, I did a longer run a few days ago. So today was for the pleasure of it. Looking back, I stuck to this plan. Jeepers, I must have been walking! Actually, I wasn’t, but I did stop a number of times just to take it all in. It was a day to behold the grand scale of the world and the little details that enchant us almost daily. I was out here to run. Sure, I was keeping my pace easy. Somehow it took me 1:59 hours to cover 7.21 miles. Like I said, a very easy pace. Maybe it was because I was listening to a great sermon by Jordan Thomas entitled, “Apart from Christ, Let Nothing Dazzle You.” The message is very thought-provoking and upward-calling. I replay it from time-to-time to challenge myself and drive myself further into a love of God. Still, there were perhaps other reasons why I was likely distracted this morning. Maybe it was the mist across the marsh or the dew-covered spider web in the morning light or the sunny birches on the trail or the red cardinal hopping along the path or the red locomotive or a myriad other images to captivate me and call me more deeply into a pursuit of little things much larger than myself. And yes, my pursuit of God – or more clearly stated, His pursuit of me.
Oh, I may think that it is me that pursues Him, but really it is He that pursues me. Yes, there are the many details that lovingly distract us and intrigue us, that chase our hearts until we be caught and loved. So I find myself running these trails and observing such designs of a world created to showcase the great I AM; and it does this in the littlest details, God-declaring details, glorious. When I look closely, I find Him. When I stand back and take in the whole of a night sky, I find Him. He has made this all to draw me into Him, to see Him and His worth more clearly and magnificently. Every detail cries out. This world reflects but a sliver of His brilliance, but it does reflect, and it is overwhelming to me. Along these trails, up the ascents and down the descents I turn these meditations over in my mind. Someday I will see much clearer, but today I will run. I will look for His radiance across the sky or in the beauty of a woodland flower. Come along, let’s run together. The road is long, and we are called to run hard and true. We better get moving. There is so much to see.