While my husband was driving us to our son’s home, I read out loud. I read the chapter, Awe: Praising His Glory, from Timothy Keller’s book, PRAYER.
The following paragraph by Keller moved me profoundly: First we should learn to do what C. S. Lewis speaks about in his book on prayer, Letters to Malcolm. He deliberatively tries to see all pleasures as “shafts of the glory as it strikes our sensibility . . . . I have tried . . . . to make every pleasure into a channel of adoration.” By “pleasure” Lewis means things as diverse as a beautiful mountain valley, delicious food, a good book, or a piece of music. What does it mean to make every pleasure into adoration? He quickly points out that, while we should give God thanks for every pleasure, Lewis means something more. “Gratitude exclaims . . . . ‘How good of God to give me this.’ Adoration says, ‘ What must be the quality of that Being whose far-off and momentary coruscations are like this!’ One’s mind runs back up the sunbeam to the sun.” He learns to instinctively think “What kind of God would create this, give me this?” He concludes that while he doesn’t succeed in always keeping this discipline, it has enriched both his joy in everyday life and his concentrated times of prayer. He says we “shall not be able to adore God on the highest occasions if we have learned no habit of doing so on the lowest.”
I loved the picture in my mind of following the sunbeam back up to the sun – the discipline of not only being thankful for the sunbeam, but the subsequent adoration of the one who made and sent the sunbeam to glorify my day. I breathed a hurried prayer, “Lord, I would love to write a blog post about this. It would be so neat if You would give me a photograph of a sunbeam.”
I kept reading to my husband and completed the chapter. We reached our destination and enjoyed an evening of fun and fellowship with our son and his family. As usual, our granddaughter Alyse gave up her room for her papa and I to sleep in. As soon as I awoke the next morning, I raised the blinds in Alyse’s room and was greeted by glorious sunbeams peeking out from behind the tall, old evergreens that shielded the morning sun! I grabbed my camera and ran to the front porch to start snapping pictures.
I thanked God for the sunbeams and answered prayer. I pondered what kind of God created light and this exquisite beauty for a summer morning. I pondered what kind of a God hears and answers prayers. What kind of God? A powerful creator God. An Artist God – The Artist of all Artists. A loving, attentive Father God. A Father God who delights in giving His children joy. I adored my Creator God, my Father God!
O Lord God, teach us that gratitude and adoration intersect. Teach us to follow the sunbeams back up to the sun. Teach us awe and wonder over what kind of God gives us such beautiful and bountiful pleasures and gifts. Teach us to turn our gratitude into adoration.