Saturday, March 15, 2014

In which I am posing a question in the form of a prayer

You, Christ, use things to fill me up; the sound of bells distant and golden sunshine illuminating the green trees, a hummingbird, a conversation, piano music spreading over the hall. Are they your way of filling and sustaining me? Ought I not to be satisfied in you alone? Should those external things seem so to fill me and be drips of the waterfall where I hold my cup? Are they your way of showing me your quiet and overflowing beauty in abundant measure, the brimming-ness of your character? Or is it just me delighting and wondering in the creation rather than the Creator to whom I owe all affection, devotion, adoration, delight, praise and attention?

Am I right to see such moments as a filling up; giving thanks to you for them as your provision? Or do I mistake them for more than simply the ordinary?

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How do you know when you have gotten stuck on the beauty of the creation and failed to ascend to worshiping the beauty of its Creator?