Monday, March 25, 2013

"Earth is crammed with heaven..."

Earth is crammed with heaven
and every bush afire with God,
but only he who sees
takes off his shoes.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Today was a 'taking off my shoes' kind of day. The first real day of spring, with skies above declaring the glory of God, and the sun shining His brightness, the hyacinths are blooming their brilliant violet  and everything in me sings. I'm waxing a bit more poetic than normal, but doesn't it always feel a bit so when we can finally throw open our doors? We've been cooped up in here for a whole lot of rainy, cloudy days, without even snow to break up the monotony (I know I shouldn't complain about that), the dogs and me. We dash outside to run for a bit, me with my raincoat firmly over my head, them shaking themselves off in my kitchen afterwards, but they've been restless.

So today, I pulled out a lawn cushion, took out my cup of tea, grabbed a 'chuck-it' and we spent hours in the spring together, listening to birds, following scents across the yard, chasing balls, chewing on them, reading, drinking tea, praying. Praising God for the great change of seasons.
One of the things I love most about spring is how fragrant it is, at least here. I can never quite put my finger on all the scents but it's sweet, full of color. I love that God didn't only make plants and flowers pretty but He made them smell wonderful as well.

The fine taste of my tea, the sweet smell of new flowers, the sound of birds in our trees, the sun overhead and feel  of a Springer's fur in my lap. It's absolutely true that He made creation so alive that  with all our senses we can "Taste and see that the Lord is good." 

Today, as I was sitting outside, I thought of how each of us is made in the image of God, and wondered if this amazingly diverse and beautiful world He created is, likewise, an image of heaven. There's more to recommend such a thought than those streets of gold, for all that Revelation tells us that's what Heaven is. I don't mean to sound sacrilegious, but I find the natural creation far more majestic, magnificent and...well, heavenly than gold pavement. 

The most important thing, of course, is that whatever heaven is, He will be there. As He already IS here--in me. That was the end of my pondering.  When it comes right down to it, I am the bush afire with Him, crammed with Heaven. Each of us is. We can look around the world and see Him in everything He makes--we should. We can also look at each other. And stare in awe at the glow of a bush aflame with His Spirit that does not burn up.

"They saw what seemed to be tongues of fire that separated and came to rest on each of them. All of them were filled with the Holy Spirit..." Acts 2: 3-4a

1 comment:

Recovering Church Lady said...

So glorious, your words and the scene they brought me to. Thank you. My backyard is full of fragrance also and I do not even know where its coming from, a neighbor I suppose. But it is lovely to open windows and breath in a new spring!