The other night I found my staring at the stars. It’s one of the benefits of moving out of DC, you can see the sky. When I was a little boy, I marveled at the stars and the mysteries they must contain. That sense of wonder has never gone away. It has to do with something I know is out there, and it touches a place within me. I feel I’m part of something so much bigger. Reality is offering a gift, but I’m not sure how to respond.
When my mind wanders to the universe, my ordinary concerns, fears, and worries are quieted. The catalyst comes from the outside: the stars, the moon, the ocean, or the mysteries found by looking into a microscope. But the experience is on the inside. What I see awakens a joy within me, as if this wonder is what I really am, rather than my day-to-day self. In those moments I realize that everything my inner self wants – safety, security, happiness, the ability to give and receive love – is granted by this great thing outside me. It is not of mine own making. The gift comes from God, and anyone can have it.
Your friend, Webb