I have a water bottle with a sweet box-ish-kind-of design all over it, and the other day, while hanging out with some friends, one them grabbed it and couldn't stop staring at it. He was trying to figure out how the design made sense, or where it was repeated.
That made me wonder about our fascination, or wonder, with God... What's the nature of it? It seems to me that when we are fascinated with something, it holds our attention only as long as we don't understand it. The instant that we can hold it in our hands, or quantify it - that's when it loses it's appeal. Like a Christmas present two months later, it just sits in the closet.
Why, then, do we get bored with the only being with enough endless complexity for us to never 'figure out'? Why, when we have access to peer into the mysteries of the One that holds all things together, do we look at the things He's made as if they're complete in themselves? Like C. S. Lewis said, the problem isn't that our desires are too great, it's that they're too small. We're so easily satisfied.
The prophet Jeremiah brought two accusations against Israel; that they had left the spring of living water, and in their thirst dug wells for themselves that were leaky, dirty, and polluted.
There are too many examples of this for me to cite in my own life. After all, I can't even think of all the times I've come home from work tired and completely just wasted several hours watching tv. It's a vicious kind of entertainment that gives us a vicarious kind of participation while robbing us of the time to actually do something worthwhile, not to mention what it puts in our minds.
So what's the answer? How do we live a life fascinated by God? A life that isn't sucked into the ordinary?
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