Thursday in the Fifth Week of Lent
Oh for the wonder that bubbles into my soul. -- D.H. Lawrence
A setting sun going down into the ocean, radiant in color, and then disappears. Where did it go? Beaches and rising or setting suns obviously "bubble into my soul." I suspect each of us see, hear, or smell something that causes us wonderment. Even a newborn child finds wonder in finding his/her hands and feet. We find wonder when we witness this phenomena.
I suspect D. H. Lawrence is going beyond oceans, scents, or discovery of hands. I think he is describing the wonder of God's love that transcends understanding. How can anyone but God forgive it all -- all of our foibles and transgressions are wiped away, and we are called simply to be loved in comforting arms.
My grandmother had a housekeeper who was an image of God's love. No matter how much trouble I got into or deserved, I could run to Fanny and she would love me, hold me and feed me. My children experienced this as well. I remember a time when the woman who was our housekeeper, baby-sitter, and close, close friend can out one day after Suzy and I had been out of town, saying before I could even get out of the car, "Webb Hubbell don't you do anything to hurt my babies, they didn't do anything wrong."
In that image we view a small portion of God's unconditional love for all of us. That love is the "wonder that bubbles in(to) our souls."
A setting sun going down into the ocean, radiant in color, and then disappears. Where did it go? Beaches and rising or setting suns obviously "bubble into my soul." I suspect each of us see, hear, or smell something that causes us wonderment. Even a newborn child finds wonder in finding his/her hands and feet. We find wonder when we witness this phenomena.
I suspect D. H. Lawrence is going beyond oceans, scents, or discovery of hands. I think he is describing the wonder of God's love that transcends understanding. How can anyone but God forgive it all -- all of our foibles and transgressions are wiped away, and we are called simply to be loved in comforting arms.
My grandmother had a housekeeper who was an image of God's love. No matter how much trouble I got into or deserved, I could run to Fanny and she would love me, hold me and feed me. My children experienced this as well. I remember a time when the woman who was our housekeeper, baby-sitter, and close, close friend can out one day after Suzy and I had been out of town, saying before I could even get out of the car, "Webb Hubbell don't you do anything to hurt my babies, they didn't do anything wrong."
In that image we view a small portion of God's unconditional love for all of us. That love is the "wonder that bubbles in(to) our souls."
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