Feb 15, 2017

Dearest Saints,

When I was a little girl living in New York City, my wonderful, adventurous young aunt would take me on regular outings.  She introduced me to the city.  We explored museums. We shopped at sidewalk stands picking out handmade jewelry and other trinkets along the way.  We experimented with new foods.  We visited animal exhibits at the Bronx Zoo. And we saw the latest puppet show or children’s play.  But no matter where our day began, we always ended up at the carrousel in Central Park.  Riding that carrousel was my favorite thing to do. I looked forward to it all day.  I knew she wouldn’t bring me home without a ride.  Aunt Fran said, she would always allow plenty of time for the carousel trips because before one ride was even over, I would begin to shout, “Do it again! Do it again!” I still remember the exhilaration of going up and down and around and around. I don’t know how my aunt ever pulled me off that ride.  She was patient and loving every, single time.

During my morning devotional this morning, I ran across this meditation by G.K. Chesterton entitled “Do It Again.”

Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, “Do it again”; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead. For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony. But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. It is possible that God says every morning, “Do it again” to the sun; and every evening, “Do it again” to the moon. It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them. It may be that God has the eternal appetite of infancy,

Every morning God says, “Do it again” to the sun; and every evening God says “Do it again” to the moon.  God never loses God’s appetite for creation.  And God never, ever grows tired of loving of us.  Do it again, God. Do it again!