He insisted that, in order to know anything at all, we had start where little children start: with wonder. Start with doubt, and you could prove nothing at all, for you would have to doubt your own powers of proving along with everything else.
Is wonder where he’s started in heaven, his laugh ringing out while he begins the race “further up and further in”?
And of all things deserving our wonderment, is not this the most wonderful: perishable putting on the imperishable, mortal putting on immortality, so that victory swallows death?
All his years of teaching truth from the mirror, dimly, in metaphors and crooked diagrams and sentence fragments, swallowed up in touching Truth, face to face.
Thanks be to God.
©2012 by Stacy Nott