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After work on Wednesday, I decided that instead of getting on the Metro right away, I’d walk around D.C. and get on a different Metro in order to just “take in” the city. I always love being in D.C., because it gives me a sense of grandeur. Plus it was a great day outside, and I needed a little exercise.
So I put on some U2 on my iPod and walked around. I walked down by the FBI building, the Navy Memorial, and some buildings on Pennsylvania Avenue. A sense of prestige, wisdom, and majesty always overwhelms me when I walk around in Washington, with the way the buildings were designed, who occupied them, and the things they represented. I think the representation of the buildings mean more to me than anything. Here I was, in my nation’s capital, where the leaders of our country work, where the President lives, and where museums galore represent the history, fervor, and passion of the American Way. And a sense of peace, that God was around, whether actively, passively, approvingly or not, came over me. And for that moment, and for a little while longer, I had no cares in the world. The God who has blessed us and given us a free land for nearly 250 years also loves me, cares for me, blesses me, paid for my sin, mercifully and abundantly gives to me. And it’s as though the reason for my experience in D.C. was not so I could have this awesome, breathtaking and wonderful walk, though that happened; it’s because the feelings I had gave glory back to God in a rush of vision and glory of the Majesty in heaven.
So when A Beautiful Day came on, a whole new understanding and sense of warmth came over me, like grace and love flowing from God on an undeserving sinner like me.
It’s odd in another way, because most of the experiences I get like that are when I’m out in the woods, on a mountaintop, near a lake surrounded by mountains, or when I see snow falling. But D.C. always “gets me” like that.
