Sorry everyone, but I'm still stuck on this whole wonder theme! Many elements of my life have been speaking into this recently, so I'm gonna roll with it and hope it's insightful for you too!
When the world was new to us, wonder filled every moment. Who knew what astonishing revelation might unfold before our wide, child-like eyes. Magic filled each breath. Possibilities hid behind every corner, ready to unleash the supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!
How sad though that the child-like wonder gets sucked right out of us as adults. We traded in our amazement at the mysteries of God for some cut-and-dried “faith” that’s overly sliced and diced.
I won’t hold myself up as the pinnacle of Christian practice by any means, but the older I get, the more I see God restoring the wonder in my life. Something about maturity in Christ recaptures our childlikeness. Anything is possible! What can He not do? If we’re not tracking with that kind of “inverted maturity,” we instead turn into grizzled and bitter veterans of the spiritual war. I see far too many people on the path to that cold, hard anti-faith.
