”Open your eyes, therefore, prick up your spiritual ears, open your lips and apply your heart, that you may see your God in all creatures, hear Him, praise Him, love Him, and worship Him… lest the whole world rise up against you for failing to behold the radiant splendor of its Maker.”
Raised on an island, a close friend spent their entire life surrounded by the sea.. His whole life, he saw the sea. He saw the ocean in all its might raging in the morning, he saw the ocean glistening under the moonlight sky. The waves crashing was his lullaby, marichor was his alarm. The waves, the smell, the sight, the beach is the canvas drop of his entire life. And years later, this friend marries a girl who has never seen the ocean. Now, she grew up on a mountain. The mountain top was where she viewed the world from. All her life, she dreamed of the sea. One day, I will stand on the fine sands and watch with my own eyes, the never ending beauty of the ocean. The blue that will heal my blues. Now they meet and are married and every trip that is planned, is around an ocean. Because the ocean excites her, it fascinates her, she cannot get enough of that ocean. Now they go to the ocean every vacation. They have two seats planted on the beach. One seat has someone snoring because for the 864th time, it is the ocean. But on the other seat is someone with a smile wider than the coastline, a face glistening through the SPF95. Because she cannot get enough of the ocean. The melody of the snore reveals a truth, familiarity breeds indifference. The snore does not signify a hatred to the ocean, it has become numb to the charm. To be jaded by the tide, the familiarity that blunted the wonder of the beautiful and mighty ocean. Is the ocean majestic and beautiful? Yes! Is the person amazed anymore? No! Hence has the ocean lost its wonder? No!
Now you flip the pages, reach the end of The Book and you read about the angles, with two they cover their face, with two they cover their feet, with two they fly and sing of the beauty of the God that dwells among them. They have been singing since the beginning, that is quite a while. And they still continue to sing. Imagine how beautiful he must be. The novelty has worn off after 20 years of seeing the ocean for a man, and the ocean is one of the most beautiful, powerful and mysterious creations. And yet, the angels they still sing, millenias later and they enjoy, millenias later because, that – is – how – beautiful – he – is!