“Every flower of the field, every fiber of a plant, every particle of an insect, carries with it the impress of its Maker, and can- if duly considered- read us lectures of ethics or divinity.”
–Thomas Blount

I can read that. I can think that. But do I live it?

Last night I read ‘Where Love Is, There God is Also’ on my iPhone. It is more of a very short story, but it is probably no coincidence that I then find Blount’s words this morning. They both relate to my need to see Him all around me. But, more than that, to do something beyond that. Tolstoy’s story ends shortly after including this verse (though Tolstoy didn’t use the NIV):

Matthew 25:40 – “The King will reply, ‘I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.’”

Hmm. Also interesting to consider Blount’s words and Tolstoy’s story after hearing again yesterday the story of Cleopas and Mary on their way to Emmaus.

Ah, such familiar words: “Were not our hearts burning within us while he talked with us on the road and opened the Scriptures to us?” – Luke 24:32

He is there, waiting to converse with me. With you.