As thoughts of ‘holy week” and “resurrection day” linger, here’s an update on the break-away, floating “lake shore” that produced my twi-light zone experience a couple of weeks ago.
On our last visit to the lake, we found that city workers have dredged out and trucked away about ¾ of the mystery shoreline.
At this point it looks like this Canada Goose is the only one hoping for a permanent settlement on the quickly disappearing marsh.
Reminds me that when the winds of God change the landscape of our lives in ways that overwhelm us with a sense of his presence, the moment is soon gone. (This is different from another point that we were making the other day when we talked about a “lasting” new reality in place of the old. )
Think, for instance, of Peter, James, and John after their Mount of Transfiguration experience. Together they discovered that they couldn’t hang on to the moment when they saw a “glorified” Jesus talking with Elijah and Moses (maybe in anticipation of his coming crucifixion). Peter, overwhelmed by what he was seeing, wanted to pitch some tents and stay “in the miracle” (Matt 17:1-9).
But an ongoing, mind-bending miracle wasn’t in the plan for the 3. Neither would a sustained overwhelming “vision” of God at work in our lives help us develop the kind of faith to which we all are called.
And so we are left to reflect on fading memories– in the presence of what we are inclined to call “natural.” Yet what about the glory of God that remains to be seen in a “return to normal?” Who can deny the divine signature and fingerprints on a lowly cattail, a Canada goose, or in the constantly changing winds of design and provision that reflect and signal the work and presence of our Creator.