Opus 2025-384: Will We Care?

Sitting out and enjoying the morning, my thoughts always turn to God and His glory.  I was moving into a time of thanksgiving and, of course, started with Jesus and His willingness to sacrifice for my salvation.  I then found myself caught up in the concept of the trinity and what that means.  How do we understand something so incomprehensible?  It is a mystery.

I found myself thinking when we get to heaven we’ll understand this.  Then I said to myself, “I’m not so sure.”  I’m not sure that it will even occur to me to try and understand the trinity.  Think about how there are times we are so overcome with beauty and complexity that we forget about how unusual it is.

Years ago, I worked one summer in Sequoia National Park.  I remember one morning when I was up on top of one of the buildings putting on a layer of sealant.  It was a very boring and mundane task.  The smell of petroleum products overpowered everything else.  Suddenly, for a reason, I can’t explain, I straightened up and looked around me and was overwhelmed by the majesty of the giant sequoias that were everywhere I looked.  In the midst of such splendor, I was focusing on the tar I was putting on the roof.  I will concede it was my job and I was doing my job.  That’s part of my excuse.  The other excuse is that sometimes things are so glorious and we get so used to them that we forget the miracle that we live in.

Think about the glory of Christmas and that first day when the decorations are up and the music is playing.  I often want to dance.  After a few days, I take it for granted.  Think about being surrounded by my grandchildren on a day where we’re gathered to celebrate.  When I first walk in the door, I’m hugging and chasing and we’re all laughing and screaming.  After a while, it’s a matter of do I need another ice cube in my glass.

So stop and look around.  Consider the miracles that are all around you.  I look at the oak trees that are silhouette against the gray sky, and how the sun is trying to break through the clouds in the distance.  I think of the miracle of being on this hill in Texas.  I could go on and on, but you have your own glorious surroundings.

Stop. Contemplate. Be thankful. Rejoice.

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