The Lord sent me a rainy morning today. He knows how the soft patter soothes my soul. As I met with Him in our Usual Place, I found myself lying on my back, looking up out the window. As I watched, a single drop of water fell from the branch of an evergreen in my view. That tiny droplet held such beauty, twinkling like a diamond. I felt it land in my heart, splashing beauty around inside of me.
My head is still in the clouds.
I am thinking about my adventure. About the beauty of people moving together in mass. How we need to bunch together sometimes. That was something that amazed me about New York City–the sheer number of people, moving in time with me…walking to the rhythm of that city.
These eyes have never seen anything quite like it.
Pastor-friend and I were of like mind.
“It seems a contradiction,” she says. “But being here makes me feel closer to God.”
“Yes,” says I. “I understand.”
And I did.
Something about this pulsing, jumping, breathing place revealed His glory in a way I had never seen.
Perhaps it was in the evidence of the quest for beauty…
Beautiful flowers in Central Park.
Beautiful performance of Phantom.
The Mall in Central Park.
Monet…ahhh, such beauty.
Or perhaps, in glimpses of the sharp contrast of His Creation and ours.
Sunset over concrete skyline.
Bethesda Fountain in Central Park.
Maybe it was the realization that people are the same everywhere…seeking, looking, longing to be filled. Yearning to love and be loved.
In the memory of tragedy…
In the rebuilding.
Or just in trying to find a better view.
God is in these things.
He is in the pounding of the concrete with each step taken. The intake of breath at the beauty of a song. The rubbing of shoulders on a busy street. The scent of ethnic foods perfuming the air.
He is there.
In the hushed tones of an ancient cathedral.
St. Patrick’s Cathedral
He is in the different tongues spoken, the different colors of skin.
He is there.
To find Him here both shatters me and fills me with unspeakable joy.
It quiets my spirit in the midst of the clatter.
Outside of Central Park.
It draws me closer to Him on this busy street.
These are His people.
View of people on lower viewing deck of “Top of the Rock”.
His poema—His masterpiece.
This weekend, in New York City, in the midst of a mass of people, amongst the noises of the city…I was drawn close to my Lord.