Awe Should Be A Daily Response

Posted: 07/14/2011 in Musings, Personal Walk, Remembering to Smile, Worship
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This afternoon, after spending time thinking about bugs, I took a walk and was blown away about how much nature points to the glory of God.

Paul in his letter to the Romans wrote about nature and said:

For what can be known about God is plain to them, because God has shown it to them. For God has shown it to them. For his invisible attributes, namely, his eternal power and divine nature, have been clearly perceived, ever since the creation of the world, in the things that have been made. So they are without excuse.

There certainly are some days that I am oblivious to the awe due to the creator of such an amazing world. But some days, like today, I feel like the holy spirit opens my eyes and everything around me seems to radiate with worship and point to the awesome power and creativity of the God we serve.

I don’t mean to delight in bugs, or in nature as a whole, as an end. I mean to savor what God has made as a reminder of who He is.

So often I am going at 100 mph and I take it all for granted, it all seems so commonplace and ordinary.

Until I am reminded and shaken out of the stupor by great authors who look at nature and see that God is so, so, so, so much greater and glorious than we ever can imagine.

This is one of my favorite examples:

All the towering materialism which dominates the modern mind rests ultimately upon one assumption; a false assumption. It is supposed that if a thing goes on repeating itself it is probably dead; a piece of clockwork.

People feel that if the universe was personal it would vary; if the sun were alive it would dance.

This is a fallacy even in relation to known fact. For the variation in human affairs is generally brought into them, not by life, but by death; by the dying down or breaking off of their strength or desire. A man varies his movements because of some slight element of failure or fatigue. He gets into an omnibus because he is tired of walking; or he walks because he is tired of sitting still. But if his life and joy were so gigantic that he never tired of going to Islington, he might go to Islington as regularly as the Thames goes to Sheerness. The very speed and ecstasy of his life would have the stillness of death.

The sun rises every morning. I do not rise every morning; but the variation is due not to my activity, but to my inaction.

Now, to put the matter in a popular phrase, it might be true that the sun rises regularly because he never gets tired of rising. His routine might be due, not to a lifelessness, but to a rush of life.

The thing I mean can be seen, for instance, in children, when they find some game or joke that they specially enjoy. A child kicks his legs rhythmically through excess, not absence, of life. Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, “Do it again”; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead. For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony. But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony.

It is possible that God says every morning, “Do it again” to the sun; and every evening, “Do it again” to the moon. It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them. It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we. The repetition in Nature may not be a mere recurrence; it may be a theatrical ENCORE.

G.K. Chesterton

God, great Father and awesome Creator, may you help me to see more clearly, and worship you more constantly.

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Comments
  1. coffeenut79 says:

    C.K. Chesterton…that doesn’t surprise me one bit that came from him.
    I didn’t think of it that way, as God being like a child, but its a good way of putting it. I love nature because of how much I can see God in it. I feel closer to Him when I’m surrounded by it. I feel freer when I’m there. I can talk to Him loudly when I’m among the trees and know He hears me.
    I love how the seasons come and go, but they’re never the same. There’s a different tune in each season. For example, two winters ago, here in the east coast, we saw the bitterest winter in over ten years. We braced for a bad summer, but was given a fairly mild one than we expected. The next winter was not as bad, but we did see some inches of snow, and this summer is proving to be a tough one. It goes up and down, and I think in the midst of the repetition, there is variety.

    • mgmstudious says:

      Hey there Hannah, we have to Skype sometime soon. I would love to see all of you, possibly during one of my lunches at work.

      Worship is an awesome thing, and I love learning more about who God is. This passage is awesome, and while I would say it would be bad theology to equate God as a child, not fully formed and juvenile in some way, is just wrong. What I love the most about Chesterton is that he is able to use this image more to peel back and reflect the deadness of our heart in looking at a field of daisies as commonplace.

      It makes me so desire to have a child-like faith and to be known for being quick to wonder and amazement when God is concerned.

      I miss you and love you sis.

  2. Mom/Sally says:

    Lovely entry…Do it again!! Love you bunches! –Mom

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