Mmm, mmm, good.
Ok, so I'll be the first to admit that it is a small thing. Very small. But I made myself an omelet this morning for brunch after Mass, and man, was it good. It was stuffed with onions sauteed with garlic in butter, as well as a sampling of fresh red onion bits, some excellent Peruvian olives, and Swiss cheese. The egg shell was thin and even, with some fresh black pepper worked into it. I ate the omelet with some hot wild berry tea, heavily sweetened. I sat by the window, and the sun is just getting strong enough again that through the glass it warmed my skin. In the background a particular string quartet by Mozart played on my stereo, and the third movement, a mournful (but not overwrought) adagio, washed around my mind. I alternated between the tea, the omelet, my Hebrew homework (which is getting to be enjoyable), feeling the sunshine, and listening to the strings. My heart was at rest in the hours following my communion at the morning's Mass.
It was a little bit of what the Israelites would call hashamayim. Heaven.
Anyone else had little foretastes of heaven lately? Feel free to share. We need to think about heaven more.
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Twice that instantly come to mind. Most recently was Mount 2000. There is something about watching 1600 teens on their knees radiating love for Our Lord that totally captured my heart. The second was watching my 2.5 year old's wonderment of the snow. It was the first accumulation of the year, only about 2 inches, but enough. My five year old was in her ballet class, which gave the two of us 30 minutes of one-on-one time to just play and enjoy the snow. We made footprints, snow angels, and snowballs that we threw at the trees and each other. We caught snowflakes on our tongues, giggled at the snowflakes in our hair, helped Barbie make foot prints right next to ours. For most of us that day, it was just and inch or two of snow - no big deal - and for some of us perhaps even an annoyance. But experiencing the snow through the eyes of a child was a total reminder simple beauty in God's creation. The excitement and wonderment were a perfect parallel of how we should see God, Heaven, and the gifts He has given us.
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And He called a child to Himself and set him before them, and said, "Truly I say to you, unless you are converted and become like children, you will not enter the kingdom of heaven. Whoever then humbles himself as this child, he is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. And whoever receives one such child in My name receives Me..."
-Matthew 18:2-5
Ya, I think you are right. There is a connection here, I am sensing, to "Blessed are the pure of heart, for they shall see God." And thanks for sharing your memories. They are beautiful.
Children are pure (if not entirely innocent!) and are so easily attuned to the good, the beautiful, the true, and the simple - the four transcendental ways in which God manifests himself through everything - if only we have eyes to see.
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