Over the Christmas season our church was decorated with almost life-size banners of saints. I know of at least one little girl who waves to and says hello to each of these saints, just as if she was talking to you or me. Watching her, I was reminded of a wonderful book I’d read by Madeleine L’Engle about faith in art.
In a chapter titled Probable Impossibles, L’Engle writes, “for we are called on to believe what to many people is impossible. Instead of rejoicing in this glorious “impossible” which gives meaning and dignity to our lives, we try to domesticate God, to make his mighty actions comprehensible to our finite minds.”
Isn’t this true? All things are possible with God, yet I rarely live expecting glorious impossibilities to happen. I forget that in the realm of faith, there are saints and angels to say hi to, and impossibilities and miracles to be grateful for every day.
