Sunday, 9 November 2014

Woke Up This Morning ...

Image: Brandon via Wikimedia Commons
"Woke up this morning..." sang the old blues musicians, and I guess most of us probably did.

I honestly don't know what it was about today; maybe it was just the sun shining unexpectedly warmly in the late autumn. But for some reason I woke up this morning profoundly surprised to realise how truly extraordinary it is to do so. That is, what an astonishing thing it is to wake up, any morning.

I opened my eyes to find myself once again alive in this universe of marvels, which stretches unimaginable distances in every direction clear across the cosmos and is packed with a million wonders in every square yard. I'm alive today, and not through any effort of my own. My life, my existence, is an enormous gift of grace. I didn't give myself life, I simply received it. One day I'll surrender it, and the universe will potter along completely unaffected - so you can tell I'm really not all that necessary to the universe. And yet here I am all the same. Amazing.

"This is the day the Lord has made," wrote one of the Psalmists, "so let us rejoice and be glad in it" (Psalm 118.24). It may not be a great day, not every day. But we get it all the same, without asking and without charge. Must be something in that to rejoice about, isn't there?

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