Saturday, 26 May 2012
I believe that when we are born, we have as it were a sense of nothing. Absolutely everything we do is new to our internal and external senses. Every plant we touch is a new and wonderful sensation. Every sunrise, and every sunset stroke us with awe like a bucket of ice cold water poured over head on a hot and humid day. The rain was thought to be tears of God and the sky after it rained was as if the Lord had kissed the earth with refreshing love and purity.
Animals were not common place; they were fascinating and evoked a sense of reverence and wonder that sent the youthful imagination souring into a blissful overload of contemplations and ponderings. Birds were marvels and distinguished from all the rest, merely for naturally being born with the ability that one could only dream of, to fly. The vastness of an ocean, the sweet melody of the tide crashing the shore, and the sweet smell of salt water erected in youth, silence and ponderings. The taste of bread, of sugar, and of honey for the first few times in life, they tasted so amazing, and so potently delightful that words still have no place in the experience.
In a window of an airport, as a plane slowly made its way from the passenger dock to the run way, I watched as this amazingly huge object, this bird like concoction began to slowly straighten itself heading towards the run way. Not almost, but feeling it to be completely surreal, watching as this plane, which was carrying hundreds of people, gains speed on the ground -- that is breath taking. Going around corners, and gradually picking up speed until the final stretch. Like a clap of thunder from above, the planes velocity reached its goal on ground. With childlike wonder I remember watching that plane roar and skillfully left off the ground and head straight for the clouds like I had only dreamed; and in that moment as a youth, I remember having goose bumps; Not only because the sight was new to me, but because it simply was astonishing, and to this day, it still is.
I remember visiting sea-world years ago, as a 15 year-old boy, and I remember walking down several flights of stairs almost in darkness. As I descended the room began to glow in the color of blue from the fish tank that now lay bare before me. Its glass was two feet thick, and it was half the size of a football stadium; and inside lived a baby by the name of JJ. I walked to the glass of this huge tank, and placed my hands on the glass and a figure appeared swimming closer from afar. He was 3/4 the size of a football field, he weighed in at about 4 tons. He came right to my hand and he filled up the glass view with himself, he was a grey whale, he was only 9 months old. (Our Jesus is Big, people.)
John 1:3: "Through him all things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made." (NIV)
Colossians 1:16: "For by him all things were created: things in heaven and on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or powers or rulers or authorities; all things were created by him and for him."
Oh' the beauty of life, how precious and how marvelous is this thing called life.
It's so morbidly sad, that as we grow older and as the ages march ahead closer and closer to old age, that we lose the sense of wonder for God's creation that we possessed as children. Life grows shallow, and becomes almost inevitably boring. The song of the bird’s no longer call to our imagination; their song no longer grabs our attention in a positive way. The gentle blowing of the wind, receives no longer from us an embrace of affection, but a disgruntled verbal rebuke as we seek shelter from the element of God's creation that we once danced, and allowed our either store bought or homemade concoction fly high in its arms while we held the string.
Nehemiah 9:6: Thou, even thou, art LORD alone; thou hast made heaven, the heaven of heavens, with all their host, the earth, and all things that are the rein, the seas, and all that is therein, and thou preservest them all; and the host of heaven worshippeth thee.
Why do we need to experience wonder again? Because the wonders of the creation, leads us to a deeper and more profound worship of the creator; life isn't normal brothers and sisters, it is indeed super naturally abnormal. When we can drink in who God is through the small things in life (that in reality aren't so small and aren't so trivial), we get to see a picture of the unseen majestic, creative, and powerful God.
How do we regain this treasure, how do we rejoice in a sunrise again, and in a sunset again like we use to in our youth? How do we again savor the foods we eat as if we had previously never tasted them to the glory of God? How are we brought to tears again staring over the endlessness of the ocean? How do we love one another simply out of the joy of being alive, and enjoying each other like a spoon of honey every day? How do we get goose bumps again when a plane takes to the sky, or when a mother gives birth? How will we again see flowers and grass as if they were our kingdoms of visual splendor? By asking the King of Majesty, of glory, the God of wonders to again, open our eye's to the beauty of what He has made.
Psalms 8:3-9 (King David, expressed his awe towards the Lord like this):
"When I look at the heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars that you established—what is man that you take notice of him, or the son of man that you pay attention to him? You made him a little less than divine, but you crowned him with glory and honor. You gave him dominion over the work of your hands, you put all things under his feet: Sheep and cattle—all of them, wild creatures of the field, birds in the sky, fish in the sea—whatever moves through the currents of the oceans. LORD, our Lord, how excellent is your name in all the earth!"
Have you experienced the wonder and awe of life today? When is the last time that you were moved by one of God's many creations? If you haven't, what are some ways that you would like God to help you in regaining wonder in this life?