It
was a beautiful fall day. The sun was out and the rains of winter hadn’t come
yet so it was cool and clear.
I was
wandering through a grassy field with Father. We were talking about something
or other, sauntering, quiet and peaceful. I was running my fingertips through
the tops of the grass as we walked.
I
loved the way the wind moved the grass, blowing gently, eddying. The tops of
the grass swaying with the breezes was fascinating and lovely. I sighed in
appreciation.
I latched
onto one stalk of grass as I walked and
pulled it out, something to fiddle with as we walked, rolling it around my
fingers.
After
a few minutes of fiddling blankly with the grass, I looked at the single stem
of grass, and suddenly I saw it. Suddenly I realized that the single stalk of
grass was every bit as beautiful - in a completely different way - as the
entire field of grass. The tall, straight stalk had a classic, almost a formal
beauty.
I
reflected on that for a while as I looked at my piece of grass. Then I looked
more closely, and I saw the pattern of the veins in the leaf. It was on the
stem, too: completely irregular patterns that reflected it’s Creator’s
attention to detail.
I
stood there in awe of how beauty infused the grass at every level: the field
was beautiful, the single stalk was beautiful, the tiny veins were beautiful.
What a wonderful Creator we have. That’s Jesus (John 1). He’s amazing.
And
then I thought about the molecular structure of the grass, the molecules all
reaching out and attaching to the molecules, all the atoms perfectly in place
within each molecule. Wow. What beauty at that level, too.
And
then we could talk about quarks and neutrinos and string theory! Beauty, all
the way down! I was overwhelmed.
And
that’s it. Nothing profound. Just amazement at a Creator who fills, full to the
brim, everything He touches with beauty.
Beauty
is everywhere. I just need eyes to see it. And when I do, I get to see more of
God’s amazing attributes.
I’m so
proud of my big Brother. He’s amazing!
