Sometimes, the extraordinary appears in the most unexpected places. Take my back yard, for instance.
I was out mowing my quarter-acre piece-of-paradise the other evening when I looked briefly to the sky, and noticed a remarkable play of light and cloud to the west – a pattern unlike any I’d ever seen take shape in these otherwise familiar surroundings.
Which got me thinking: When the unusual breaks through and adds a bit of spectacle to the routine, it can seem like a little love letter from God.
You notice the new shapes, sure.
But it’s also a chance to see the well-known scenery with a fresh set of eyes – a chance to marvel in the vigor of the weeds that threaten to overrun the landscaping; or to appreciate the miracle in the maples that provide their welcome patches of shade, summer after summer.
These bursts of backyard beauty reminded me of an intriguing insight I’d come across recently from Orthodoxy, by G. K. Chesterton:
Because children have abounding vitality…therefore, they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, ‘Do it again”; and the grown-up 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 God has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we are.
What a joy God provides when our attention is caught by something new in our daily drudgery: A reminder from the Holy One, perhaps, that we have—each of us—a standing invitation to return to the Garden…and the ‘monotony’ of routine days, spent in the sure knowledge that we remain God’s beloved children.
Let us pause now…to recall that we are in the presence of the Holy One.