I’ve been reading CK Chesterton’s book Orthodoxy lately and have come across this passage that has almost completely changed my perspective on God, living daily life, how I view my children, and the phrase “having faith like a child.” Redeeming the mundane has been a theme that has been popping up frequently over the past year for me and here it is again in a new and fresh way. I’d encourage you to read the passage and I hope it would challenge and encourage you as well in whatever area of mundane and routine life you live.
“All the towering materialism which dominates the modern mind rests ultimately upon one assumption; a false assumption. It is supposed that if a thing goes on repeating itself it is probably dead; a piece of clockwork. People feel that if the universe was personal it would vary; if the sun were alive it would dance. This is a fallacy even in relation to known fact. For variation in human affairs is generally brought into them, not by life, but by death; by the dying down or breaking off of their strength or desire….
…The thing I mean can be seen, for instance, in children, when they find some game or joke they specially enjoy. A child kicks his legs rhythmically through excess, not absence of life. Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged.
They always say, “Do it again”; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead. For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony. But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. It is possible that God says every morning, “Do it again” to the sun; and every evening, “Do it again” to the moon.
It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daises alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them. It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we are. The repetition of Nature may not be a mere recurrence; it may be a theatrical encore. Heaven may encore the bird who laid an egg.”