A Rose

Yesterday while I was studying my wife brought me a beautiful pink rose from our garden.  She had placed it in a simple hand made clay cup that had been wood fired.  This morning while studying I happened to glance at the rose and its beauty captivated me completely and I at once examined it as a young lover would examine the body of his beloved.  It was at that moment that a tinge of despair blew gently against my heart and I knew with full reality that neither I nor any human could ever truly create a work of art.  In a small rose bud is the declaration of the cosmos that real art is the realm of the Devine and God will allow no man to venture there.

Marvel

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Marvel

And the men marveled saying, “What kind of man is this, that even the winds and the sea obey Him?”  Matthew 8:27

Marvel is wonderful state of being.  When was the last time you “marveled”?  Here is a good exercise to help.  Take a single blade of grass and hold it between your fingers.  Now imagine that the totality of your existence was, by your own devices, to keep that single blade alive.  This will immediately lead to one of two responses; this is silly or marvel…and marvel often leads to gratefulness and gratefulness to worship.

“What kind of man is this…?”

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