intermission

As I was driving from brunch this afternoon, I witnessed a spectacular scene. Leaves everywhere, provoked by the wind, dancing and tumbling jovially through the air. Creation was at full play, truly a thing at which to marvel. I have a few hours before I set about my work for the evening - at the restaurant – donning my most hospitable face and hoping that I will take seriously the image of God in even the most insufferable guest.

I am revisiting The Weight of Glory and considering the significance of what Lewis suggests is part of such a glory: being “noticed by God.” I often don’t think much of how my soul’s vitality is to be found in being noticed and known by Him…until I entertain the idea of the Creator of the Universe, the most perfect of Loves turning His face away, saying He never knew me and ignoring me with unspeakable finality. Then my eyes get wide and with great effortlessness, I meditate upon Christ’s work on my behalf. Jesus’ gospel is the Story supreme. The most relevant and most true.

We will soon celebrate Christmas. God breaking into history. 

I will soon be in Alabama celebrating Patrick and Sarah's wedding.