Every creature is full of God and is a book about God. (Meister Eckhart)
Even the smallest ant may wish to communicate with a man. (Black Elk)
A swarm of bees have set up housekeeping in a wall of our house, and even as I write, we are attempting to dissuade them from living here. Such dissuasion is somewhat complicated by the fact that my husband is allergic to bee stings, so I am nervously keeping the antidote close by.
Bees sting, but they also make honey, part of the wonderful opposites or contradictions of life. And if everything that IS, is a different expression of what God is, as I believe to be true, then God holds the capacity to both sting and sweeten. A thought somewhat different than the one I formed of God’s grace as a child in Sunday School . . . A God who loves us enough to bring us the hard lessons . . .
It is as if God communicates with us through all things. They are messages, gifts of love. It certainly gives one a sense of reverence and awe to see all things — each person, each animal, each place, each event, as a facet, a face of God. All things become our teachers.
Now to see what the bees have to teach me this day . .
