I had a rare Sunday afternoon to myself today, so I decided that when I got home from church, I'd grab a book and do some reading.
I got my book and I noticed a particular spot in our small apartment where the sun was streaming in and I positioned my chair right in that spot. I often find myself craving the sunshine at this time of the year. I do get a bit down when I don't get enough of it. The scientist call it Seasonal Affected Disorder. Cheryl calls it "just being a Baumgarten".
As I sat down in the beautiful sun and felt the warmth of it on my face, I looked the window and realized that if it weren't so dirty, all of those beautiful rays of warmth would get to me all the more. But, beyond making this observation to myself, I did nothing about it. Call it being a man, call it living in an apartment, but cleaning this window just wasn't happening.
It just so happened that the book I had chosen was of a spiritual nature and it was talking about how God is always there for you, but sometimes you just don't let Him in. It came to me at that moment that He is the bright shining sun and my sins and my selfishness are the dirt on the window that keep him out. He's always there, ready to warm me up, I just need to clean my windows to let Him in.
Happy Lent.
Joe.
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