Tonight there was a beautiful red sunset that made the whole sky hot pink. Moses was walking by the window and this is what he had to say upon the sight (w's usually = l's).
"Uh oh. Red sky. Wow! The sun painted it! It's wuvwy. It's cwever!"
I'm sure that God appreciates someone thinking his work is clever for a change. It reminded me of the section in Orthodoxy that Chesterton is talking about the mundane things of the world really being extraordinary. Forgive me this extended quotation, I can't possibly say it as well as he and Moses do.
"The sun rises every morning. I do not rise every morning; but the variation is
due not to my activity, but to my inaction...it might be true that the sun rises
regularly because he never gets tired of rising. His routine might be due, not
to a lifelessness, but to a rush of life. The thing I mean can be seen, for
instance, in children, when they find some game or joke that they specially
enjoy. A child kicks his legs rhythmically through excess, not absence, of
life...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 He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger then we."
Well, out of the mouths of babes. Thank you, Lord, for being so clever as to make the sun set tonight. It was truly lovely.