Cybercolumn for 5/03 by John Duncan: Simple things_50304
Posted: 5/03/04
CYBERCOLUMN:
Simple things
By John Duncan
I’m sitting here under the old oak tree, thinking about simple things. The British poet John Keats once quipped, “Stop and consider! Life is but a day; a fragile dew-drop on its perilous way.”
| John Duncan |
I’m sitting here with morning dew under my feet, pondering the simple things in life. Jesus used simple things to discuss the kingdom of God—golden treasures stored in lock boxes; wedding banquets in their gala and festive joy with wedding garments like white dresses and a banquet table loaded with delicious food; fruit trees minus figs for a story; plush seats at banquet tables and rough roads with potholes on a narrow way; lamps full of oil for light; a widow sweeping the house while looking for a lost coin; a shepherd searching in the open fields for a lost sheep; farmers plowing fields and planting seeds in expectation of a bountiful crop; storms that blow in at midnight and houses built on a rock; a mother crying over her wayward son and a troubled son who leaves home and returns amid tears and a party on the porch; bread and lights on a hill and simple words like, “Follow me.”
My favorite simplicity of Jesus is the time a small child crawled into his lap, and he stated the kingdom of God is such as this. Was Jesus saying the kingdom of God is about toys like an X-box or a dollhouse or a motorized car and bicycles and kites with tails dancing in the wind? Was Jesus saying the kingdom of God is about trips to the park where your mother pushes you in a swing and baseball games where dirt soils your socks? Was Jesus saying the kingdom of God is about soccer games and skinned knees and bandages and ice cream cones and ordering a Happy Meal from the drive-through window at McDonald’s?
No, Jesus was saying that the kingdom of heaven is about simple things—child-like wonder and innocence and faith like when your daughter jumps off a ledge into your sure arms and trust that trusts even when the future is unclear. Children possess kingdom qualities because they believe in the simplicity of all that Christ can do. Who could ask for anything more?
The dew sticks to my shoes, and I am thinking of simple things—the chirp of a bird feeding her young on a spring morning; the rise of the sun in its beauty in the crispness of a new day; the glory of a sunset sparkling light over the lake and singing in all its splendor of the joy of a day passed (“Stop and consider! Life is but a day …”); the push and pull of oceans tides as the whitecaps stand tall in the wind and as the foam, seaweed and even seashells roll in with the tide; simple things like mountains pointing to God who made heaven and earth; the drip of rain on the gutter while rains pours amid thunder and lightning; the laughter of friends; the tears shared in sorrow among family; the high fives of fans watching their favorite sports team in the elation of victory; the laughter of children; words shared among friends and family that bring healing; parents kissing their kids on the cheek at bedtime; and living each day to its fullest.
Jesus invites us to live life to the fullest. The dew is on my feet, and complexity heightens my senses. From where does the dew come? Did rain fill the earth like water poured into a bowl, and did the bowl overflow to the ground on this morning? Did God cry in his grief and his tears sprinkled the earth with teardrops of dew? Did clouds collect water and quietly drop them one by one on the earth like dripping rain from the roof of a house? Did the oceans roll and tumble, toss and turn, churning sand beneath the ocean’s surface and suddenly push dew drops toward the shore like a starfish or a bottle floating to the sea’s shore?
Maybe, just maybe God sent a child in smiles and laughter with a dropper like one for putting drops in the your eyes to moisten them and the child sprinkled the earth with God’s dew. Or did the morning dew kiss the grass as if to say, “Stop and consider! Life is but a day; a fragile dew-drop on its perilous way.”
The psalmist says: “This is the day the Lord has made. Let us rejoice and be glad in it!” (Psalm 118:24)
So, in simplicity I decided not to try to figure out how dew reached the grass or my shoes on this day. Today, I simply thank God for simple things—God’s love and forgiveness and strength and grace and wisdom and power and for family and friends and church and wide-eyed wonder and faith and trust and the morning dew.
Hey! Praise the Lord. Give thanks. Watch the sunrise. Enjoy the ocean tides and mountain beauty. Let a child climb up in your lap. Speak simple words. Stop and consider; life is but a day.
John Duncan is pastor of Lakeside Baptist Church in Granbury, Texas, and the writer of numerous articles in various journals and magazines


