Those of us who grew up in Sunday School have a tendency to lose our wonder at Genesis 1.
We talked about creation yesterday morning at VBS. Dad and Travis and I acted out a crazy skit that involved an obsession with tacos - that is, creating tacos.
And then Dad taught a lesson about how God made everything and consequently owns everything.
And I watched a child's jaw drop open in wonder.
Dad posed this question to the five and six year olds in the room, "Have you ever wondered how this world came about? God made it."
I saw their wonder and shock and awareness and understanding.
But I missed experiencing it - because I was hardened against it.
Of course God spoke the universe into being.
Of course, ex nihilo.
Of course, I know this story.
I take it for granted. This mind-blowing creation of our world came to being through words - God's awe-inspiring, everything-creating words.
But I'm bored because I've heard this story a hundred times. I say, "Wow" for the kids' sake, but in my heart, I yawn.
This week - and every other week - I must be on guard against the hardness familiarity breeds. I am deeply blessed to know much of these Bible lessons.
But may I never grow hardened to the wonder.
May I again and again bask in the beauty and blinding glory of God's works. May I reconsider these stories and thoughts and ideas anew, with an open heart and a willing mind.
May we truly be like little children in humbly rejoicing in our good God - and all that He has said and done and made.
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