Musings at the Botanics

Sunday is a time for the family. At the end of a long week, or the start of one, we remind ourselves of what it means to be born, and what we will miss when we pass on. Even while i look at luscious spread of green and life before me, i can't help but notice the death that also permeates. a fallen brown leaf, a dead bird squashed as road kill. All of these, in its beauty and rawness, are God's way of sustaining his good creation.

I spent the morning finishing The Economist after dropping R for her music team. It was an immensely enjoyable read. in the last section, was an orbitary to Saul Bellow. I've never read him. By most accounts i should have. But what struck me was his quiet persistent living. His search for beauty in his books, and the undertanding that life is a quest.

It's not what you leave behind that will matter. It's how you live it, and whether by your own measures you have fought the good fight. That means undertanding what kind of journey you want to take, and where that will bring you.

God made this world of tremendous opportunities. I don't think he meant it just as a backdrop for our Christian walk. Perhaps he meant for us to worship him by enjoying its beauty, glorifying him for this awesome piece of creation. We venerate writers like Bellow by reading and appreciating and talking about their books. Ought we not do the same for this miraculous book of life before us?