The sunflowers are in bloom along both sides of the road leading to my church. They’re beautiful in the morning. And at night, as I leave the adoration chapel I turn on my bright lights, and there in the field of flowers across the road I see from five to ten sets of eyes reflecting back at me, deer sampling the sunflower seeds.
On the way to church as I see the sunflowers it is easy to begin to pray: Oh eternal Son, brightness of my life, light up this day and our time together.
And across the street from the church I see the cows relaxing in the field. And I pray: “ ……,” well, I dunno, I guess I don’t pray anything, but I usually say: “Hello cows. How are you this morning?”
They tend not to answer though.
I’m not exactly sure how this rates as a religious experience, but somehow I think it does, and relative to this blog, it does make me less anxious.
And then I enter the church to speak to the master and creator of all these beautiful things.
I agree with you that this would rate as a religious experience. My family and I went to the State Fair a few days ago, and as we were wandering through the cow barn (I love cows!), I was drawn into prayers of gratitude for the beauty of this animal that others fail to find so lovely. I'm sure that whatever draws us to prayer counts as a religious experience, even saying hello to cows!
ReplyDeleteHmmmm. I don't know I would go so far as to say I love cows, Anne. Does your family know you think this way? (Just a hint, but perhaps you should keep it a secret.)
ReplyDeleteBut I am glad you can appreciate the feelings that come over me. Sometimes things like this -- just "good" things -- are hard to express in words. They are not like blessings given, they are just blessings of being. I think the fact that we can appreciate these things is an indication what we can appreciate/understand the one who made them. And that definitely IS a good thing.