When I stop looking to some facet of finite creation to feed a hunger for the infinite, I don’t have to reject or detest creation. To the contrary, in a sense I get it back as a gift, as something to be (small-e) enjoyed as a way to (big-E) Enjoy the Creator who made it. It’s when I stop overexpecting from creation that it becomes something I can hold with an open hand, lightly but gratefully.
