I'm reading The Tumbler of God: Chesterton as Mystic. I've barely begun, but even in the introduction there are gems to be mined. This caught my attention this morning:
One of the tests of sanctity is said to be a contagious happiness and inner peace. Chesterton had his share of sorrows and of illness and his darker moments; but more than most people he was imbued with a kind of unpretentious beatitude that tended to convey itself to those around him. The writer Franz Kafka said of Chesterton, "He is so happy one might almost think he had discovered God." Indeed he had, and he was doing his best to live in the light of that discovery. What was his "secret"? It was to love the splendor of the real, and to live in adulthood the innocence and wonder of the child who sees everything for the first time. The Gospel tells us we must become again like little children in order to enter the kingdom. Chesterton shows us how.
One of our sons particularly had a sense of wonder about the world. I remember coming back home from a trip once, passing our house to go up to the nearby shopping mall to get some groceries. David, sitting below the level of the window, suddenly chirped in joy from the back seat. "I see our tree!"
Indeed he did, and was filled with excitement and joy at recognizing the top of the weeping cherry in our front yard which was all he could see of it.
Life these days is pretty serious and it's tempting to nurture worry and anxiety and embrace it in a spirit of discouragement. But Spring is in the air with it's budding new life and beauty. It can lift our hearts as we see God's fingerprints all around us. Let's not miss it!
On the way home from visiting my sister in Pennsylvania yesterday we took a break at a rest stop in West Virginia and were greeted by a glorious display of Spring flowers, the ones you see in the photos. Let us never forget to rejoice with the wonder of children at the glories God pours out on us in abundance. They are more precious than the wealth of nations!