Sunday, September 28, 2008

I have nothing to write: two books.

Apparently, this past week either I have been walking around with my eyes closed, or G-d was playing "hide-and-go-seek" with me. As I thought this weekend about what to put in a post, I ran reels of memories of the past days through my cranial projector. Nothing stuck out. Nothing out of the ordinary or magical happened. But, as I write this, I understand what the problem was/is. I look for the extraordinary while it sits in the ordinary.
Let me explain.
Around 7:20am every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday I drive to Lucas (about 17 miles from my home) for school. The cityscape sometimes becomes dull so I take a slightly longer way to school through the "country". The sun has just jumped above the horizon and is not quite bright enough to cause me to look away. As I top a certain hill (well, "hill" in North Texas means...a slight elevation) I can look to my left and see a "valley" still holding morning fog in the palm of its hands. The sun hits the white mist in a way that makes it glow. I pass this picturesque scene in a mere 4 seconds.
This morning at Bent Tree the teaching revolved around the question "do science and the bible contradict each other?" An interesting and difficult topic to cover, to say the least. Within the discussion, a phrase from Galileo Galilee was used: G-d wrote two books - Nature and Scripture. Brilliant.
Though my week was not as "miraculous" as most would wish, my ordinary ride to school provide an extraordinary encounter.
Slow down. Read G-d's second book.

5 comments:

Debra K said...

A good reminder for us all. Beautifully written. You are gifted!

Kayla said...

wow that was really great. I agree, beautifully written!
-Kayla the New Yorker :-p

Carissa said...

I've always loved God in nature. How marvelous He is reflected in what He has made! Good reminder!

Meredith K said...

great post! I love seeing God's beauty in nature :-)

Christopher Williams said...

C.S. Lewis, responding to the thought that God is in everything said, "This is Thou; neither this is Thou."

He is truly the author of both scripture and nature, and they have a part of him in them just as a good writer, or artist leaves a little bit of themselves in their work. But neither this is Thou. They point, at best, to him, drawing us into his sacred romance, pulling us with cords of wonder and awe. "It's your kindness that leads us to repentance Oh God!"

He desperately wants us to desperately want him.