Onward Hoe!

I am on a train headed for Salisbury, where I will get on a different train (or maybe a bus) that will take me to Stonehenge. I am on a train in England on my way to see Stonehenge. There are sheep out the window, and a diaper has just fallen on my head. It was a clean diaper, but alarming all the same. And I am reading Donald Miller, and he is pointing out how life isn't normal and wondering about what Stephen Hawking said about aliens, and I am going to see Stonehenge, and diapers are falling on my head, and everything Don is saying makes perfect sense.

Carrie and I say all the time that life isn't normal (or at least that our lives aren't normal), and I'm glad that Donald Miller understands. But I'm starting to wonder what normal is, or what or who is normal. Does it mean average? Nobody wants to be average, though some say they'd just like to be normal, and indeed, I'm starting to think that no one is really average or ordinary. God just doesn't do that. Nothing He creates is in the least mundane. We are just blind to the extraordinary most of the time. Blind to the beauty. Beauty in creation, beauty in others, beauty in ourselves. This is the glory of God, and we don't see it. We don't see Him. All things were made through him. Without him, nothing was made that has been made. And we have seen his glory. Full of grace and truth. What would life be like if our eyes were opened to the extraordinary, the beauty, the glory of God? I'd like to find out.