Every moment a new masterpiece

Since moving out west I have been astounded by the ever changing beauty of the mountains. I have never in my life experienced something like this. Each morning when I leave for work @ 5:40 am I get to see the sunrise over the mountains. And I have yet to come across a morning where I was disappointed in the sun's announcement of its arrival. Even on the days when it's cloudy, there is always some interesting play of textures in the sky that make the most breathtaking display.

I know I have written about this before, but the easiest way for me to relate to God is for me to see God as an artist. A fearless artist. One that works in mediums of rock, water, fire, wind, and most impressively, flesh. but what is most astounding God is an artist that does not go on hiatus. Always working manipulating, intimately involved in the ongoing masterpiece of this world. And for this I am so thankful. Because even though I feel like the church has failed me, out here I am being constantly reminded that I am not alone. I work, live, breath, think, love, act all for a God that is great enough to create sights that cause me to have a visual orgasm on a daily basis. And for what? Was it necessary? I don't think so, I think the beauty around us is a bonus, like a gift that spouse sends its loved one on a Tuesday just to remind one that he/she is loved.

And I like that. It's easy, sincere, sacred. I've learned to look at the work of God from masterpiece to masterpiece rather than Sunday to Sunday. For me it's easy, sincere, sacred and what I need for the moment.