I just rose from my booth and went to refill my coffee. As I approached the urn I found myself mumbling, “What a beautiful day.” Then I realized that would sound crazy to someone listening. You see, to the casual observer, it was not a beautiful day. It was just a day. It was overcast and dingy outside. The background music was some monotonous techno stuff. The people around me were neither beautiful or repulsive. I was not depressed or on cloud nine. It was just a day.
Why did I mumble something like that? Because at that moment I had grabbed hold of the reality of the grace of God in my life. Life was not the sum of all physical perceptions but the result of an awareness of the eternal. The Holy Spirit can do that for us. He did for me.
So refill your coffee cup. Straighten your collar. Make sure you didn’t forget to zip your pants. Check to see if you turned off the lights in your car. And listen to the voice of God.
It is almost like God takes on the role of Dirty Harry and says to us, “Go ahead. Make my day.”
I think it makes His day to make our day.
homo unius libri
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