Needing Glory
I grew up in the wide-open spaces of a Minnesota farm. One could see for miles. The sky was endless – day and/or night. The colors that spread across it as the sun rose and set was glorious. The light of each day differed from that of the day before. As the light differed so did that which it illumined. Trees changed in their forms. Building details changed prominence. How colors related changed perceptions. One grew in one’s respect and admiration for the set designer. Watching the choreography of the clouds as they rolled in, about, and back out was a wonder. One learned the beauty of both the ominous and the cotton candied. One learned to look in the west for morning rainbows and in the east for the evening one. No two days were ever the same. The glory was new every morning.
“The heavens declare the glory of God.” We need glory. We need to be able to see the heavens. I needed to change apartments.
It’s been a year now. There are times when my feet are hard to move. So I don’t. Sometimes I don’t even get out bed. I don’t need to. The glory is just there, everywhere. I only need open my eyes.