This is My Father’s World


“How can I buy the communion wine? Who am I to buy the communion wine? Someone has to buy the communion wine. Having wine instead of grape juice was my idea, and of course I offered to buy it. Shouldn’t I be wearing robes and, especially, a mask? Shouldn’t I make the communion wine? Are there holy grapes, is there holy ground? There are no holy grapes, there is no holy ground, nor is there anyone but us.” -Annie Dillard

I read this post today, and a resounding YES in my soul. I pray it will never cease to amaze me, that God, the Creator of this world, the sustainer of it even in its fallen state, works WITHIN it, not apart from it. He deems it suitable to use the elements we call “ordinary,” which really are all supernaturally derived, to convey Himself to us. To give Himself to us. Flesh and blood. Bread and wine. His immense constraint in demonstrating the divine to us in cooperation always with man. Man, his partner. What an incredible, profound, eternal mystery.

Grain and Grape

And then, these words from that precious old hymn:

“This is my Father’s world, O let me ne’er forget
That though the wrong seems oft so strong, God is the ruler yet.
This is my Father’s world: why should my heart by sad?
The Lord is King; let the heavens ring!
God reigns; let the earth be glad.”