We are watching football tonight friends (and every night, it seems). It makes me remember an experience from last year. This is a re-post from October 25, 2008…
We are driving back from Morgantown, having just watched the West Virginia Mountaineers beat the Auburn Tigers. The trees are glorious in this country, and I have spent the last half hour silent, eyes filled with blushing Maples and beaming Beeches.
This is his favorite—to drive with me beside him; listening to music…just being together.
And I realize it is my favorite too.
That is when I see it.
Amongst the reds and remnants of green, peeping out from behind the browning yellow of the Poplars: a brilliant orange, standing alone.
We are driving too fast to study the tree, but I see enough to recognize its singular beauty—its unique form.
Something about this lone sentinel in this patchwork of brilliant colors touches me. Brings to mind a moment during the game last night.
At one point, I noticed how the gold of the mountaineer fans filled the stadium–a wave of color. Bodies pressing together, moving together; individuals blurring into one body.
So many people.
I am just a drop in the ocean. I begin to feel as if I might drown.
An airplane flies over head and as I look up, I wonder how we look to God looking down.
Is this wave of gold beautiful to Him? Does He think it foolish to gather in such a way? Or does He rejoice to see the folly?
Mostly I imagine Him looking down at that mass of gold and seeing me. Because He always does. I am blaze orange to Him…peeping out from behind the gold. He sees my singular beauty.
Even when I cannot.
This thought, this knowledge—like a law of nature—anchors me and buoys me at the same time. No longer am I drowning.
Sheepishly, I feel the urge to wave at Him. But I restrain myself. My brother and sister-in-law, after all, are nonbelievers, and how would I explain that I am waving to God in the midst of 60,000 people?
So I wink instead. And smile. And for a moment, we have had this amazing intimate retreat, just Him and me.
Everything is worship.