God was out and about in my front yard this morning. Well, He may have been up above the trees, but He was there. He met with me in His unique way. One of my thoughts was just focusing on the awesome reality of this flawed, limited, physical human being, being able to have fellowship with the Creator of the universe. I can’t understand. I can’t comprehend. I can, however know.
In searching for ways to express this, my focus centered on being a grandfather. I remembered the day my first grandchild was born, and I was able to sit down in that maternity ward and they brought her and put her in my arms. Did she have any comprehension who I was, or what I was feeling, or how much I loved her? Definitely not. Was she aware that she was warm and secure and it all was well in the world? Definitely not. She didn’t even know she had fingers and toes. Did anyone else in the hospital even have a glimmer of the radiating joy from that chair? I doubt it. My daughter and my son-in-law had a glimmer, but they’re only parents. they’re not grandparents yet.
None of that takes away from the bonding that was taking place of those moments. None of that takes away from the fact that she was secure, and that she was loved. She didn’t have to understand it. It was still real.
So when God meets me out on the front porch, I have no illusions about Him needing me as much as Him showing His love towards me. Some of you will understand. Some of you don’t. May you join the congregation of the do.
homo unius libri
Saturday, April 5, 2025
Opus 2025-203: Congregation of the Do
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