Thanks for gravity

After two weeks stepped out of time into a different life, I’m back. I hope your Christmas season was as rich with friends and relatives as mine.

This morning as I prayed and considered God‘s many blessings, out of my mouth came, “thank you, Lord, for gravity.”

While I am the mother of an astronomer, even I thought that a curious praise. But think what a blessing it is to know that when I drop something, it goes in one direction: down. What a strange world we’d live in if we were untethered from that basic truth–how could anyone find  car keys if they could float off in any direction, even if you did put them in your purse?

God created a world of order. He put “laws” into place: things fall down, actions have reactions. The seasons come and go and we can count on them.  Maybe we don’t like the white and gray chill of winter, but it’s always followed by the thaw and color of spring. Always. Every year. You can count on it.

Surprise comes with the different, with the miracle out of nowhere. And on that cusp of the unusual, we often can catch a glimpse of the fleeting hand of God.

Jesus’ birth was an ordered, random step out of the norm. Pregnancy, labor, delivery: baby. God as father, vicious king, slaughtering soldiers, escape to Egypt: miracle, Jesus lives.

Gravity keeps our feet on the ground. God allows us to stand there and because of Jesus, we can see His glory.