The Word
"God, my God, how great you are! Beautifully, gloriously robed, Dressed up in sunshine." ~Ps. 104:1-2
The Thought
I sat on the Eurostar, bursting with a heart full of gratitude that the Maker of light would surround me with such splendor and grace. Tim and I were headed back to London after two days in the City of Lights, two days walking lover’s lanes, dining on French cuisine, strolling along the River Seine, making our mark at "Love Lock" bridge.
It was our first year in Oxford and my parents had flown over to visit us in England. They offered to watch the girls so we could escape, and Paris is only two hours away. So, we went for it.
The weather was perfect; it was Spring. The days exploded with sunshine and eased us along with crisp air. My feet throbbed from all the walking, but who cares when you are eating the most magnificent crepes ever made? And the cappuccinos, well, they forever ruined me from appreciating a Starbucks cup of coffee.
We sat outside a little cafe, drinking cappuccinos and eating crepes, while the French danced their dance, making magic out of simple things like catching a bus, sitting outside in a park, and bon jour greetings among friends.
I retrieved my book from my satchel to pick up where I last left off, and stumbled upon these words by Frederick Buechner:
"I think the dance that must go on back there ... way down deep at the heart of space, where being comes from ... There's dancing there ... My kids have dreamed it. Emptiness is dancing there. The angels are dancing. And their feet scatter new worlds like dust. If we saw any more of that dance than we do, it would kill us sure. The glory of it. Clack-clack is all a man can bear."
The glory of it; the weight of glory; of such a glory as this, man cannot bear.
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