Our Labor Day weekend was very restful. It was quite nice to just hang out with friends, talk theology, play games and simply relax. “Ah, the simple life.”
After breakfast Saturday morning I just sat on the couch watching Rachel play with a balloon and mike and I talked theology. It is amazing how much joy a four year old can get from such a simple thing. She spent the better part of an hour chasing it around the room as she giggled and squealed for joy as it nearly touched the roof when she pushed it upward.
I could only ponder the great loss of wonder and pure joy that permeates the adult world. We rarely become enraptured in things as we have forgotten our sense of wonder at the world around us. Our approach to God is no different. We craft grand theologies, plausible explanations, and rational reasons for faith and then think we know God.
Where is the wonder? Where is the mystery? Where is the rapture? Where is the pure joy of being in God’s presence?
To be like a child … to see the kingdom of God … to experience the wonder of God and experience world about us as God presents it.
Mike and I continued to enjoy our talk of theology, culture, postmodernism and faith. Yet I looked at the Rachel and wondered . . . .