Sunrise
It has been calling me for months. Every morning the heavens stretch out glorious pink and golden banners and invite me to be part of the celebration of a new day. And I think about it, I really do! I squint out my window and see the sun rising and consider getting up and out there to revel in all that beauty; and then close my eyes and go back to sleep. But this morning I had to get closer and see more than the little that had filtered through the trees to my window. The grass was dewy and the birds insistent and, as I walked through the yard, no longer was the sunrise just a few compelling streaks but instead a vast landscape that enveloped me. Looking back at my bedroom windows it was hard to believe the sun could even reach into those little glass rectangles waaaaay back there; but it had, faithfully for weeks, and that was the reason I was now engrossed in the panorama around me. I think it’s similar with the Son. He calls t...