I was going to write about the situation in the middle east this morning, but I find I just cannot.
I walked out into my field to pray as I sometimes do in the morning and I found myself imagining God looking at the world, God’s world view. He loves this creation of his. (I don’t know how else to say it…”his” works even though I know God is neither male nor female) He loves every nook and cranny, the worms under the rock, the algae in the pond, the needles at the tip of the tallest pine, every excited bee, each crawling and walking creature…four legged and two. He also sees the tendencies toward destruction, the will to harm his creation, his beloved creatures. He loves in spite of, around, under and over. He sends healing for each wound as it arrives. He programmed that in at creation.
I cannot fathom such a love. I cannot achieve it within myself. Most of all, to stop at the borders of destruction and see harm that humans do to one another and, yet, God loves all. I don’t get it. I cannot grasp it.