How do we find God's joy and wonder in a cynical and weary world?

In a jaded world, the memory needs to be green.

There used to be a lot more flax fields.

Walking along the roads was like reliving Moses, passing between two oceans of periwinkle blue, rippling in the wind. If a whale had leapt from the waving flax, twisted into the air, and disappeared back into the earth, I would not have been surprised.

Purple mountain majesties are easy to appreciate. It’s the amb…