God of the Little Things

The last few days (and nights) have been rainy here in Georgia.  I have wanted to run out into the rain and dance around – so grateful for the coolness the rain has brought with it and so weary from the relentless heat of summer.  This morning, during a bit of a break in the clouds, I went and sat on my front porch while Maggie made her way around the yard no doubt checking for interlopers and making sure all was secure.

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While I waited for her, I sat down on the porch with my bowl of almond milk and love crunch cereal.  As I sat there resting in this overwhelming feeling of gratefulness, I happened to notice that the flowers in the pot next to me were covered with the tiniest droplets of rain.  Each little round drop seemed to be a whole universe of its own.  I couldn’t help but stare at them.  And as I did, I begin to feel like I was looking at holy ground – a place where God is usually the only one who notices this infinitesimal beauty.  It was a moment when the creator was sharing creation with me – a love of small things – small details that often go unnoticed.

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After a while, I went in and grabbed my camera wanting to capture the images so I could savor them later.

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As the droplets posed for my camera, one thought led to another and I remembered going to the top of the Cathedral of John the Divine in New York City last spring with my family.  As we stood in the tiptop rafters, waiting to venture onto the roof, an ordination ceremony for a new priest was going on beneath us at the altar.  We could see them like ants below us, but they had no idea that we were above them.  Yet, the details carved into the ceiling and windows high above the sanctuary of the Cathedral were as beautiful as the details at street level.  Our guide told us that the architect had spared no details even in the rafters where very few would ever visit, because God was everywhere and God would see the details even there.

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I wonder about my life.  Sometimes I think the details aren’t important.  Does it matter if I greet the irritating man at the dog park who has been jobless for some time now and feeling more and more depressed?  Does it matter if I am distant and self-absorbed when my loved ones need a little extra encouragement?  Does it matter if I show compassion (and act on it) to the problems of the woman in line with me at Krogers?

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Does it matter that I show God’s love in the little things?  I think so.  Our great big holy God is very interested in the details.

“Jesus is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn of all creation; for in him all things in heaven and on earth were created, things visible and invisible, whether thrones or dominions or rulers or powers– all things have been created through him and for him. He himself is before all things, and in him all things hold together.”
— Col 1:15-17

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April describes herself as a Red Letter Christian who writes about scripture and spiritual disciplines. See her latest book, James in the Suburbs: The Disorderly Parable of the Epistle of James. Great for an individual read or group Bible studies! You can follow her blog by clicking on Follow in the upper right hand of this page.

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