One of the sincerest gifts received in a life of faith is a keen awareness or, as the Bible puts it, “eyes to see”. I do not know if this gift is specific to artists or universal but I do know my eyes continue to awaken me, to nudge me into consciousness of beauty. And this awakened noticing creates a quiet awe for God. Awe disconnected from awesome, an utter sense of worshipful gratefulness, a momentary realization of God as Lord Gardener, as Exuberant Creator. And in that stillness one realizes that all the Earth and Cosmos actually do proclaim Him, uttering ecstasy of the fact that they exist and sharing with us a moment of gratefulness that we can see them and know, as they know, God made them. It is a moment here, a twinkling there, a momentary sharpened vision when we know we are saved by The Great I AM—to also see.
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| Betty and I were up late last night. At one point I looked out the window and saw the gentle curves of the snow and the stark lines of our tree's shadows. Over the course of the evening, I went back several times to look again. Around midnight I ventured out to take images. Another great thing about having eyes that see is how obvious an image does not. Those are fox tracks along our front yard. He's a regular that I feed. |
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