Fall in Chicago is beautiful. I’ve never seen anything like it. Nathan makes fun of me for all my gasping during our car rides through town. But I just can’t help myself… Vibrant oranges, magentas and yellows burst through the dark branches and I let out an overly drawn out, “Wowie” as I grab his arm in pure amazement. He simply looks over at me and chuckles, amused by my childlike wonderment.
As I sit in this super hipster coffee shop, watching the leaves twirl and float and flutter to the ground, I wonder how such beauty existed without my knowledge. You see, I’m from Texas… where we just have two seasons: Summer and Winter. There’s not really an in-between. Trees change from green to brown to dead.
Sure, I knew seasons existed elsewhere in the world. I mean, I’ve seen plenty of postcard-worthy pictures of “Fall.” But there’s nothing like experiencing it firsthand. And as hard as I try to capture it in photographs, I simply cannot. Those of you who live in places with an autumnal season, you know what I’m talking about – there’s a “feeling” to this season that can’t quite be replicated.
The same is true of our relationship with the Lord, isn’t it? Before knowing Him on a personal level, we had no idea what we were missing out on. Before knowing Him, we were absolutely clueless of the extent of the beauty and wonder constantly surrounding us. I say the “extent” of it because almost everyone finds beauty in something or another in this world – it’s hard not to. But the full extent of it – that is something that cannot be experienced apart from the Lord.
Take for instance Fall. Science tells us why leaves change colors. That in itself is something to marvel at, right? It’s a beautiful thing all on its own. But if we know the Lord, we believe that He created the trees and the leaves and the very process by which they change colors. He created the very science behind all the things we see in nature – as intricate and complicated and simple as it is! He accounted for all of that. Is that not far more incredible than the leaves themselves?
Or take the human body – every single process, every single structure in every single cell – all created by God to function together, to adapt to changing situations, to defend against invaders, to fight against infections, to grow. How marvelous is that? The science behind it is incredible, yes. But He created even that!
As hard as I try, my words are a feeble attempt to capture the extent of the wonder and beauty I see and know and experience in Him. Sometimes, I wish I could put my experiences with the Lord in the heart and mind of another.
If they could only see Him for themselves…
If they could only feel His presence, His embrace…
Then they would know He’s real.
But alas, I cannot.
My words merely paint a postcard of who He is. They will never fully describe Him in all His glory, they will never capture the extent of His beauty and wonder. And while it may seem a postcard is not enough, it is all that I have to offer, it is the most I can do with this life I’ve been given.
Though feeble, though they fall incredibly short, my words are my service to Him. And perhaps the postcard I paint with my words will help another to experience Him, even in the tiniest bit, for themselves. And maybe, just maybe, they might come to see the extent of His beauty and wonder with their own eyes.
My favorite Jesus conversations? The ones that make me grab the arm next to me and let out a breathless, “Wowie.” Those are the ones in which every divine attribute of His is fully realized – His love, His goodness, His faithfulness, His omnipotence, His omnipresence, His omniscience, His righteousness – the ones in which childlike wonderment ensues.
Friends, it is good be in awe of the Lord, to praise His name.
The moments in which we realize how awesome He is are ones that can be used to help others see what we ourselves find incredible! If we take hold of those moments when they come, others are given the opportunity to catch a glimpse of our Savior – THEIR Savior – through the way we see the world.
I don’t ever want to get tired of Fall. I don’t ever want to get used to it. I want to be in awe of it always. Year in and year out. The same is true of the Lord. I may never be able to capture Fall in a photograph, I may never be able to paint the perfect picture of my Jesus, but I pray that my life, my words, my service to Him would help people to get a better understanding of who He is.
He came as a witness, to bear witness about the light, that all might believe through him. | John 1:7