seeing the wonder

I've been realizing in so many ways lately, we live in such a prose world where the gospel is boiled down to something ordinary and trivial, far from the rich imaginative reality it truly is. We don’t expect much of the gospel either. But the gospel story is poetry; poetry that evokes life, makes bold moves, thinks imaginatively, and opens a world of mystery, surprise, excitement. It calls us to a life of fullness enlivened with meaning that cannot be communicated prosaically, only poetically. This kind of poetry invites us to a new life of freedom, freeing our trapped world to embrace existence with greater possibility; a world enlivened with fresh meaning where life isn't limited but richly imaginative. I'm continually reminding myself to open my eyes to the imagination of the gospel. You should too :)