I decided to be a part of the crazy group of people that have recently run to the hills to see the explosion of the California Poppy.
As I arrived mid-week I saw tons of cars lining the streets. Some people chose to hike the smooth roads while others scaled the rugged paths to find the treasures of gold awaiting them. I laughed to myself as I made my ascent, thinking that this was not unlike a Holy Pilgrimage to view a claimed miracle in a foreign country. The humor was evident, as I witnessed so many people of different ethnicities, ages, and gender clamoring to capture a picture of a simplistic little flower.
However, the realization of what was happening hit me. Hundreds of people left their homes and had driven for miles… to seek beauty. They were hungry to feel, smell, observe…beauty… and it propelled them to experience it first hand.
I was elated by the fact that though this world is suffering in hate and overwhelmed by deceit, it still finds delight in a sweet, small flower covering the mountainside of Southern California. There is still hope for mankind when their soul can be moved to joy by a golden colored poppy that no one has planted, but the Creator.
Perhaps it is a miracle that thousands of poppies brought people of all races together to applaud creation and remind themselves to never grow weary of seeking beauty. For God graces us with encounters of beauty every moment of every day we just have to look up and see it.