Pulling out a Bible buried underneath other reading material
in the prayer window, I discovered Thomas the Tank Engine and a toy caravan,
neatly parked away. What is for me a place of quiet contemplation is for my
grandkids a place of play and fun.
Jesus was accused by his enemies of being a party guy,
eating and drinking with some disreputable characters. He was building the
Kingdom of God, though, bringing the joy and light of God into all sorts of
places, including those which others thought of as places of reverence and
quiet contemplation, or places of disrepute.
When I watch a nature programme and see the wild, glorious
diversity in creation – from weird and wonderful creepy crawlies (best seen on
a screen) to breath-taking waterfalls and plants – I know that the Creator of
such spectacular things rejoices in colour and texture and variety. I am sure
that when he sat back on that seventh day and saw that all that he had made was
good, he grinned and laughed with pleasure.
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