Today I celebrate the wonder and the glory of people. While most often we stumble through life half asleep to the light that surrounds us, sometimes we must pause, and look, and behold the living songs that surround in our workplace, our homes, our communities, our parks. Every where I look, I see some little wonder created by somebody somewhere. I sit in a nice wooden chair, typing on this keyboard, glancing at the mural on the wall and enjoying an Americano. People creating, laughing, and moving constantly across this blue planet.

I am looking past the rolling machines that transport us from there to here and here to there. These metal and plastic suits of armor cover our soft, flexible bodies. Behind the machines, behind the voice on the loudspeakers, behind the badges, behind the titles are people. Wondrous, musical, breathtaking and breathgiving creations who create and commune.

Oh I could complain about the slowness of this person; the attitude of that person; his rudeness; her selfishness. Or I could rejoice and puzzle and embrace.

Richard Wurmbrand dreamed that his torturers were kind to him and because he dreamed, he learned to see them with eyes of love, and he longed to spend eternity with them. Ridiculous? Jesus looked at those who hung him and prayed, “Father forgive them.”

Might I also show a bit more grace, a bit more gratitude, a bit more wonder at the people who brush past me every moment. I’m going to listen for their stories, coax their songs, embrace their heartaches and learn, by God’s grace, to love even the least of these.

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