Human beings have always been fascinated by nature. Since we first started painting on cave walls, we’ve seen the beauty and wonder of the world around us, and we’ve wanted to understand it, tame it, take it in. We are curious creatures. After all, you don’t see a lion mourning for the lost beauty of a slain gazelle. You don’t see birds marveling at the loveliness of a sunset. If, then, we are created in the image of God, can you not imagine what sense of wonder He has for all He’s made?
Not the Destination...
As I’ve mentioned before, I’ve long had a hang-up with perfectionism. And for a long time, I really struggled with Mary. It just didn’t seem fair to me that Jesus made his own mother perfect, but left the rest of us to struggle. Why couldn’t he have made the rest of us perfect, too?