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 grow-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 ever 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 theatrical encore. G.K. Chesterton.

 

One day while flying over the ocean I realized something, something that did not seem significant at the time, but has grown to produce a great wonder within me. I saw a wave, miles from any shore; It is possible that another person saw this same wave, but that’s not really the point, the point is it was there, and I saw it. Why was this wave here? Why so far from shore? Science would explain that the current had crossed over a more shallow part of the ocean creating the wave, again not really the point. Much like the idea of a tree falling in the forest with not a ear to hear, why a wave in the middle of the ocean with no one to see? Why are there millions of creepy crawly insects roaming our earth, millions possible not yet documented? Perhaps this whole thing isn’t about me, about us, maybe we have just have become so selfish to believe this way, but maybe this world isn’t ours. Maybe God takes delight in these things, perhaps which was the sole reason for its existence, maybe there was no one to see that wave, to watch that bug, hear that tree, but God was there. God stood beside himself in unexplainable joy as he saw that wave roll just one more time, and isn’t it possible that God just really likes bugs! Could he just be sitting up there on his glorious throne applauding like a wild man pushing on the ants as they build their home in the dirt? The world is not ours for the taking, and thank God for that, we’ve done our best to screw up his masterpiece already. Being made in God’s image shouldn’t we then reflect that image, shouldn’t we then to take joy in what he has made? Maybe it is thanks to Plasma and LCD screens, or Nintendo, but we have lost our joy of the brilliance that is shining all around us. We have robbed ourselves from the worlds best television show, Creation! How have we become so bored? So completely thankless? I don’t know if Chesterton got it right, I don’t know if God is younger than me due to my sins, but gosh, just watch a child, that is God’s image not me! Thank God that He is young! Thank God that he takes delight in that wave, Thank God that he made that wave, not for me but for him, Thank God that he just likes Bugs, and Thank God that He loves me and takes delight in His son. Maybe this whole living in God’s image is a little easier than we make it, maybe its just enjoying what He enjoys. “We care only for what we love. We love only what we know. We truly know only what we experience.” Steven Bouma-Prediger