“Nevertheless I have this against you, that you have left your first love.”
~Revelation 2:4~
My kids and I walked through the parking lot looking for our car.
“Ooh, a bird!” I pointed to a cute little sparrow as it hopped out from behind a tire. My youngest looked to where I pointed, her eyes rounding in a brief second of interest, then she resumed the story she’d been telling to her older siblings. Those two barely glanced.
I frowned, remembering how fascinated all of my children used to be whenever they saw an animal. They’d tug on my sleeve, grab my face in their little hands, point, clap, and squeal. “A bird! A dog! A horse!”
Nowadays, after hundreds of dogs and thousands of birds, they’re a little less impressed.
It’s to be expected. When new things–new wonders–become the norm, we don’t get as excited about them as we used to. And that’s okay for the less important stuff.
Other things are meant to awe us for a lifetime: our children, our marriages, the grace of each new day.
More than anything, when we consider the great mystery of salvation–that this Jesus humbled Himself, left glory, became a man, served the least, and endured the Cross, all before sitting at the right hand of the Father, where He daily intercedes on behalf of His own–we should never lose the wonder, never cease to be amazed.
When His sacrifice becomes a common thing to us, so does He. He shows Himself mighty, and we barely glance.
Every bird, from the tiny sparrow in the parking lot, to the eagle soaring on high, knows its Maker. Every dawn is made new. The wind and waves obey Him. From the highest height to the lowest depth, He sees what dwells there.
He is mindful of man, slow to anger, abounding in love and kindness; and yet it is a dreadful thing to fall into His hands. He is mighty, eternal, holy, and good. We are not. And yet He died for us.
Consider daily the greatness of your first and greatest love.
And be filled with wonder.
Tanara McCauley 