Seeing the autumn foliage, the winter wonderland, and the newness of spring. The wickedness of heathens and the joy of baptism. A sparrow that falls and numbered hairs on a head, the texture and the color. Dipping His head to check on the inhabitant of a box on Thirteenth Street and the heart of a ruler in his kingdom. Broken at the sight of sin and joyous at the sight of repentance, the creation of man and the inevitability of the fall. The angels sleeping with humans and lion laying with the lamb. The vinegar given to His Son and the water turned into wine. And the heart of every man filled with wickedness and need, pride and faith, hope and doubt. And me.

And God said, "It is good."