A Mending Shift

a bird sings, not because if has an answer to give, but because it has a song to sing … this is my song

Abbey Thoughts: Wonder Loss

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I wonder, do I ever wonder much anymore? Do I lose myself in a sense of wonder? Do I let wonder overtake me, resisting the temptation of resolve the wonder through answers? Can I simply sit in the wonder anymore?

Llike a child approaching the ripples of an ocean wave for the first time as the coldness of the water laps over her bare feet, causing her to run back in sheer glee, eyes twinkling through shrieks of joy, only to timidly return for more, full of wonderment.

Like a child sitting in a field, fully caught up in the present moment, the Now, not feeling guilt over the past or concern about the future, but fully immersed by flowers and bugs, able to sit for hours without a care in the world except the softness of the pedals and awe of a ladybugs wings as its feet tickles her palm—no to-do list except to be fully engulfed by the wonder of the Now.

Like a child resting on her Daddy’s lap as he reads magical tales of mermaids, wondering what it would be like to swim effortlessly underwater and not being concerned over the FACT that mermaids don’t exsist, because in the story they are reading now, mermaids do exsist…and it’s wonderful.

Like a child sequestered from the omnipresence of Google—its conquest of questions and wonder, providing instant answers and destroying mystery—where questions remain questions, wonders remain wonders, and life is full of surprises, like how can a Jack Rabbits dart in and out of vineyards at 45-miles-per-hour while not being decapitated by the wires 1-foot off the ground? How does a Hummingbird hover? How high can wild Turkeys fly? How do they make bread out of a wheat kernel or wine out of a grape? Being OK with the questions and their wonder, not seeking the answers.

Have I lost my child-like sense of wonder? I believe I have. But I also have a hunch that I am slowly being given it back, and it is a wonder-full gift.

In fact, it is this sense of child-like wonder that is causing me to see the here-and-now Kingdom of God as the veil of mystery is slowly shrouding knowledge once more.

And it’s wondrous.


About The Author

Jeromy Johnson
I live in Folsom, CA, with my wife, Jennifer, and three kids. I am surrounded by and cared for deeply by some great friends. Their love for me is truly a moonlit reflection of Papa's love, and for that, I am deeply blessed and grateful.

Comments

  • Anonymous

    Being able to actually go to the Abbey and talk with you and see the surroundings you were a midst of all weekend brings this post to life, almost 3D-like, for me. In that hymn “Oh the wonder of it all”, yes..it seems that we lose the wonderment when we think we have God nailed down to the bible in our own effort to understand him.

  • http://www.jeromyj.com/mendingshift Jeromy

    Yea, nailed down to the Bible, or nailed down at all. ;-)