Taking a walk in the cool not-quite-summer breezes the other morning an old question popped into my mind: Which of the senses would you miss the most, were you to lose it?
Loss of sight would mean no more color, no more iridescent, translucent, sparkling, proof-of- God color. No more looking into the eyes of my beloveds, no more laughing at a child’s guileless smile.
Loss of smell would mean I couldn’t smell this sage I’m crushing in my fingers and thereby being lifted, transported. Same for the juniper, pine, spruce, fir and cedar on the heavenly breeze.
Loss of smell would mean roast beef and vegetables and gravy and hot buttered homemade bread would be irrelevant. Also not good.
Loss of smell would mean I wouldn’t notice the clove on John’s breath when he kissed me.
A kiss. A touch. Not being able to feel the kissing face, or hugged neck, or the touch of a hand of another of God’s children.
Hearing. A marmot is sounding the alarm because the dogs are busy sniffing out his rock pile, and the spring snowmelt has made the creek practically roar as it rushes out of its banks, but not above my favorite creekside blessing rock.
And I couldn’t hear His praises sung from the depths of the hearts of His children in church this morning, on Pentecost Sunday. This thought makes me catch my breath from the sudden glitch of alarm, the actual physical ache, in my spirit. But, on this day of all days, I am choosing not to think about “what ifs” and possible losses. I am thinking of my utter inability to even begin to grasp the magnitude of the Love of God. This is the sense I want to exercise, increase, develop. This is the realm into which I want to delve more deeply. More richly.
He has given us all things richly to enjoy. I call the dogs off and they happily dash off to the next thrill, all senses alert. He has given us all things richly to enjoy. This thought again wafts into my mind and I think of how all the senses will be alive and blessing me at once if I simply take this walk with a loved one, sit by the creek eating roast beef on homemade bread with also homemade mayo, and watch steam swirl up out of a thermos of tea as we sip and smile at each other. And as we see on each others’ faces peace. How beautiful, how marvelous. Oh, Lord, our Lord, how majestic is Your Name in all the earth.
In all the earth. He has given us so much to enjoy. Let us not, in pursuits of manmade enjoyments and entertainments, forgo, forget, become blind to, the wonderful world He has made. In all of our seeking, with all of our senses, let us tune into Him. Let us daily live a life of Pentecost. Amen.