We finally made it to Shangri La Botanical Gardens. I’ve been wanting to go since we moved to Nederland. The kids will be out of school in days so Jason and I thought we’d better steal away a date while we had the chance. We started our tour about ten steps in front of three bus loads of kids and another bus from Houston. As we approached the information center, the guide suggested we wait for the group (of two-hundred kids) before we watch an eight minute informational video and read literature explaining all that we were about to see. I gave Jason the look, then he gave me the look-mine meaning “no way” followed by his agreement.
Words quite contrary to an educational center I argued. I love learning just as much as the next guy, but I thought skipping the crash course in botanicals might prove beneficial in this case.
I’m pretty sure we made an excellent choice. We walked the gravel road alone shrouded in the mystery of God’s creation. We couldn’t name most of the plants we saw, but that was ok. We saw a roseate spoonbill (see I did learn something), but I feel sure if I hadn’t known its name, it wouldn’t have been any less beautiful. We saw. We wondered. We marveled.
I believe the same is so with God. I yearn to learn why God does what he does. How God does what he does. Learning is good, but there is beauty in mystery. We won’t completely know God on this side of eternity as is his plan. There’s something about being surrounded by the unknown that makes a person feel small and humble and swallowed up by beauty and majesty.