ONE SHINING MOMENT. Then one evening I see a sunset in breathtaking relief of a rare cloud formation. For a few moments—and a few moments only—the horizon reflects a flaming red hue on the underside of nearer, higher clouds. Just as quickly, the sun disappears and night falls. And I recall Annie Dillard’s words: “The creator goes off on one wild, specific tangent after another, or millions simultaneously, with an exuberance that would seem to be unwarranted, and with an abandoned energy sprung from an unfathomable font. What is going on here?” (from Pilgrim at Tinker Creek).
NEW AMID THE OLD. The world is old and the same. And ever new. The Creator is active. And the children of creation, endowed with imagination and heart and intellect from the One who formed the first of us—and all ever since—echo and mimic the creative fiat in infinitely expressive ways. In each generation, for all its brokenness and fallenness, there is residual holiness and a renewing of the original intent. We do not merely carry on, all the while slowly winding down as entropy proclaims; amid our carrying on we may be made new and make new.
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