Saturday, November 03, 2007

Jewels and Arks and Leaves

I climbed up on this hill today, it is on the edge of Boise. There's a fabulous view from the top, and this is a great time of year to be up there. Boise is situated in a valley, we call it the Treasure Valley, and today it sure looked the part. From where I stood, I could see for miles, and all I could see was a sea of trees.
They were green and yellow and red.
There's something about that scene that just suspends me in wonder, like a sunset you'd freeze if you could.
I was thinking about the imagery from Scripture used to describe Heaven, and how there are all these jewels. Streets of gold, and jasper and diamonds and pearls and lapis luzuli. I wonder if perhaps the writer of the text was at a loss to explain the explosion of beauty and color and wonder, so he resorted to imagery that flirts with the edge of our ability to imagine. C.S.Lewis got me to thinking about that a couple weeks ago. He was a smart guy.
The view today was a little like a carpet of jewels. Leaves of Garnet, and Amber, and Emerald. The sky was opal, I think, with the flecks of white.
Beauty does something to me.
It makes me grateful and hopeful. It shows me a hint of the Glory of God, and a hint of His Purpose in me.
You know how the Ark of the Covenant was symbolic of the presence of God? It was freaky Powerful. I was thinking this morning a terrifying thought. Here's my thought:
What if the indwelling of God Very God is that same freaky Power in me? The Shekinah Presence that rattles the Universe, and Implodes civilizations, and swirls through the human heart? If that Power is in me, If that is My God, then I am operating way below where I should be. How is it that He allows me to function so far below potential? I am crawling where I ought to fly.
That ark had to be carried around by human beings who had the ability to screw up. Sometimes they did make mistakes, and people died. Or the Power was misused. It is the same today, isn't it? God's Power is carted around in this faulty human.
Oh, that He would be more evident than me!

2 comments:

Jenn said...

I think autumn may be my favorite season. Either that or spring. I love when the leaves all change color. It really is so beautiful.

Anonymous said...

Beauty, yes.

I think you're right on the mark here, His Spirit is in us, and we need to ask why we do crawl when we're told to fly?

Asking the same things on this side of the Mississippi...

Good thoughts. BTW, thank you for your comment.