I’ve been reading G.K. Chesterton’s Orthodoxy and must say it is challengingly edifying. So much I would like to share, but I’ll just stick to one thought… for now.
He speaks of how children are so full of life that they never tire of the monotony of a thing. Those who have children can identify with this. My 5 year old hears a joke that he thinks is funny and he will continue to tell it until the hearers are contemplating beginning a search for a tall precipice from which to jump. Yet he is oblivious and laughs just as hard the 150th time he tells the joke as he did at the first. This is because he doesn’t cease to be humored at it as an adult does. We grow weary with things and begin to take things for granted. The longer we live in this world, the more we take amazing things for granted. We take each sunrise as if it’s owed us, just assuming the sun will gloriously rise as the day before because that’s what the sun does. But Chesterton says, “It is possible that God says every morning, ‘Do it again!’ to the sun; and every evening, ‘Do it again!’ to the moon.” We begin to say things are the way they are out of necessity and cease to see the hand of God behind it all. But Chesterton challenges us by saying, “It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never gotten tired of making them.”
I think Chesterton makes an extremely valid point. We have definitely lost our sense of awe at God’s work around us. We take things such as seasons, child birth, sun rises, solar eclipses, and all of the happenings of creation around us and we have reduced it to a cause and effect sequence. It may very well be true that the sun has always risen in the east and has always set in the west, but that is no guarantee that it will not reverse direction tomorrow. Yes, all daisies produce daisies, but why?! We say, that’s the way it is, but why? Why is it not some other way? Why such consistency? We must not lose the wonder we had at childhood upon first seeing these miracles, and remember that it is truly God that holds all things together and by Him all things exist.
“The repetition in nature may not be a mere recurrence; it may be a theatrical ENCORE.” May we never cease to rise in praise to God as we behold His works and cry “ENCORE!”