I wonder as I wander out under the sky,
How Jesus the Savior did come for to die.
For poor on’ry people like you and like I…
I wonder as I wander out under the sky.
When Mary birthed Jesus ’twas in a cow’s stall,
With wise men and farmers and shepherds and all.
But high from God’s heaven a star’s light did fall,
And the promise of ages it then did recall.
If Jesus had wanted for any wee thing,
A star in the sky, or a bird on the wing,
Or all of God’s angels in heav’n for to sing,
He surely could have it, ’cause he was the King. (John Jacob Niles)
Growing up, when I started a conversation with “I wonder…” Mom told me to be careful because if I ‘wondered’ too far I’d get lost.
Maybe getting lost in a little wonder wouldn’t be such a bad thing. Who couldn’t benefit from adding wonder, curiosity and amazement to their life?
It makes me sad that there is so little true wonder. Sure, we wonder where we put things, and how we’ll pay the bills. We wonder about the future…but it’s more like fear.
Listen to the conversations around us: everything is “amazing” or “awesome.” But is it really?
What makes you go “WOW!” Clear down to your toes?
What takes your breath away?
What causes you to shake your head when you try to make sense of it?
The Christmas story does that for me.
After 400 years of silence, of wondering where God was, he burst onto the scene in the most amazing and unexpected way.
A baby, a manger, a carpenter, a teenage girl in a small town.
Go figure.
Go wonder.
Pot of Manna 
This is wonderful! I’m awed by God’s love and Jesus’ willingness to be poured into such restrictive humanness. The Creator of the Universe chose to be totally dependent on His parents. The Word chose to be taught the Torah by priests. The Faithful one chose to live in a world of unfaithfulness…I better stop. I can go on for ages.
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Thanks! Keep going! It is a wonder to ponder and carry with us always.
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