Has a wonder ever visited, perhaps as startling and magnificent as a parrot landing from nowhere on your shoulder, peering with perky eyes into yours? Have you smelled the sweet scent of dew on the dawning of a spring, the first garden buds blooming colorful faces like little elves across edges of fine cut lawns? Do you remember the rise of your heart when the fiery tangerine sun dipped into the silver-lined ocean burning with glorious dependability?
Do you recall when a tear burst forth from a hardened heart?
Have you felt the wonder of toil at rest, kicking back, legs spread wide in a relaxed ‘V’, sipping summertime tea with a lemon squeeze?
Wonder visits in the blink of the eye, a piercing light bursting from a thundering sky, a tiny sprout splitting a rock, a baby entering life.
It visits in long, slow intentional breaths in our morning vows, unleashing status quo pursuits chaining our hearts, carving narrow pathways of peace through rat race days, untangling ropes of worry wrapped around throats.
Wonder needs air, space to breathe, wide open fields carved in deep forests to bloom it’s wildflowers.
I walk slowly downstairs for another cup of green tea. Time stops, freezing its numbers, silencing its incessant ticking and demands, allowing timeless being-ness. My son sleeps in, a late day for school. I sense his deep breathing slipping under the crack of his door, the glory of deep sleep rising through the house like scents of lavender, in the calm of morning hours. I soak in the aroma of this peaceful first blush, quelling storms of uncertainty rolling through our life, job insecurity, the launch of a no guarantee project, my son struggling with growing up, how to navigate the big wide world before him.
How to find wonder in family storms, in a world insane, Isis on the lose, racist fueled elections, drug-filled schools infiltrated with street drugs, smuggled by cartels through tunnels, flimsy borders, flying on drones, stuffed in baby’s diapers?
We find it in the balm of quiet mornings rising like rainbows from stormy horizons, in spontaneous escapes to pine-centered forests, in a smile, in a prayer.
Wonder lives before us, as Elizabeth Barrett Browning says, Earth’s crammed with heaven, and every common bush afire with God, but only he who sees takes off his shoes.
Will we see?
Will we rise with its glory?
Moses saw the fullness of wonder, God in a burning thorn-bush:
An angel appeared to him in the wilderness of Mount Sinai, in the flame of a burning thorn-bush. When Moses saw it, he marveled at the sight; and as he approached to look more closely, there came the voice of the Lord:…Moses shook with fear and would not venture to look, but the Lord said to him, “Take off the sandals from your feet, for the place on which you are standing is holy ground.”
Will we take off our shoes, or even notice we’re on holy ground?
The God of wonder found in a thorn bush.
Where are thorn bushes in your life?
Can you see the wonder there?
Thorns crowned the head of Christ on the cross, where wonder died and lived.
What cross do you bear in your life? What thorns crown your head?
Will wonder win?
Each day, we glimpse but a minute fraction of wonder before us. Will we have the eyes to see?
There was a woman who had a discharge of blood for twelve years, and though she had spent all her living on physicians, she could not be healed by anyone. She came up behind Jesus and touched the fringe of his garment, and immediately her discharge of blood ceased. And Jesus said, “Who was it that touched me?” When all denied it, Peter said, “Master, the crowds surround you and are pressing in on you!” But Jesus said, “Someone touched me, for I perceive that power has gone out from me.”
“The power has gone out from me”, meant also the power was transferred into her.
Jesus, the embodiment of wonder, told the disciples, “I tell you the truth. The person who believes in me will do the big work that I do. And he will do even bigger work”.
He was saying that wonder is within us.
Will you touch the robe of wonder today – a wonder so far, wide, and deep it’s unfathomable. Yet right here, right now, in our midst, within.
Jesus took Peter, James and his brother John up a high mountain and was transfigured before them: and his face did shine as the sun, and his garment was white as the light.
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