The last time you gazed at a plant, or looked up the sky, for three straight minutes, is probably the last time you enjoyed God.
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But as is the case, most of us rarely behold the clouds whose speech God says, pours out everyday (Psalm 19). We reach for the umbrella when we could pause to listen. It’s the selfie stick in the national park, it’s the scrolling when a full human is in front of you.
Actually, some like us, Jesus said, are worried about things because we have not found a minute to ponder how the birds of the air go about their food security.
Or perhaps, we rush past smart lilies everyday to get to where we are going. Yet even Solomon was not dressed like them.
In other words, nature-deprived people are not far from becoming God-deprived people. Kilby confirms it well in his 10 resolutions of mental health, stating in resolution 1,
“At least once every day I shall look steadily up at the sky and remember that I, a consciousness with a conscience, am on a planet traveling in space with wonderfully mysterious things above and about me.”
Because you know how the drill often goes,
Show up to your baby’s concert at school, and the moment any child on stage puts on a stunt, all the parents’ phone cameras are out to capture the moment. Right there, the prospect of “recording” for social media is more important than “soaking in” the glory of God revealed in that little image of God”.
Oh, and on another day. You see the sun going down, it’s blowing your mind away, and instead of marveling at how God brings it down every evening, you pull out the gadget, pop your face in front of it, and drown out a glorious background. As your cool beard (or the latest apparel) gives us the new ‘focus.’
“See me” in front of majestic things, instead of “see majesty” in spite of small me.”
In Kabale’s hills, for example, your latest earrings could give as a new focal point, as the hills older than your great grandfather are reduced to enhancing your latest profile picture.
See, what makes Bwindi Impenetrable Park a marvel is not my brown New York baseball cap, cute it may be, it’s the wild occupants therein whose young God says, he personally feeds (Ps 104:21). God takes care of mountain goats before we arrive with our cameras.
Thank God for my vacation, but that beach probably has been slapping up waves since 1932, a century before my 3kg body was unwrapped by nurses in the maternity ward.
Speaking of sunsets, I caught one going down the other day, and found myself feeling poetic as I considered my (fake) Adidas shoes, sometimes with little attention paid to God’s glory revealed in the blue sky. Here’s the whole thing, enjoy (him)
Does my style matter when the sun is going down?
This is me, in my (fake) adidas shoes I love Background is God’s sunset, I can’t get enough! Does my style matter when the sun is going down? Much of what I wear I picked downtown Yet highest joy is Christ without God’s frown
One day, the sun will go down on all I own. Everything, including this picture on my smartphone. Does my style matter when the sun is going down?
Hills of Kabale with my earings at the front Polka dot dress on vacation at the coast Selfie stick obstructing the wildlife beast
Does your style matter when the sun is going down? Will your style matter when God’s Son is coming down?
