If we stay inside of our homes, we’ll slowly rot from the inside out. It is a sad commentary on our times, but these days, most of our business and recreation is conducted inside. And I propose that’s why we see little of God’s glory. If we’d just step outside more often and breathe fresh air (perhaps some of us will have to take a drive away from our towns to breathe fresh air, I know), if we’d notice the million little details all about us: the congregation of sparrows who gather every morning on the power lines breaking into a chirping chorus of song, the cat on its trip through the field going who knows where, the larvae trying to inch through the door, the dark purple cumulus clouds, the sun, the moon and the stars . . . .
Holed up in our homes or offices, we miss God.
And we wonder at the extent of our depressions.
Stepping out the door, even on a cold winter day warms the soul.