Amazed. 2 on the 2nd

Yesterday, I started a chapter-a-day challenge through Luke and Acts (chapter 1 on the 1st, 2 on the second, etc...). A few folks from the church are joining me and I'm hoping the accountability will keep me focused. 

It seems that we have a wondrous capacity to be amazed and then immediately disinterested. I'm in chapter 2 of Luke (after Gabriel appears to Mary and after Elizabeth and Zechariah AND Mary proclaim wondrous thing about Jesus) and as soon as Jesus is born, a bunch of shepherds show up talking about how angels appeared and filled the sky with the proclamation of this kid's wondrous birth... but eight days later, Mary and Joseph show up for a typical temple ritual like everything is normal. 

Trip to Jerusalem? check. 

Name for the kid? check. (epic name, true, but it's been chosen for a while)

Doves for sacrifice? check. 

Strange guy filled with the Holy Spirit who shows up to take your baby and say incredible things about his future? ...wait. what??
"The child’s father and mother were amazed." ~Luke 2:33

The disciples are amazed at Pentecost, too. (And they just finished up 40 days with a previously dead guy--you'd think resurrection would be amazing enough).

Why are we constantly surprised by grace? At some point, you'd think we'd get used to God showing up in our lives... but we never seem to take it seriously. (or maybe our experience fades due to our own preoccupations and then we suddenly re-remember God's goodness when it catches our attention?) I don't mean normality or boredom--we SHOULD delight in the awe and wonder at being in God's presence--but eight days after angels fill the sky and you'd think people would be a tad more expectant  (less 'whaaa???' and more 'wow! It's just like God to do that').

But I confess: it's only been a week since Easter and I'm certainly fighting the temptation to leave it like pastel chalk on the calendar behind me...  Resurrection feels less like a present miraculous reality and more like last Sunday's sermon. 

But what if I expected God to keep showing up? What would unabashed Easter-life look like even after the baskets are packed away? What WOULD it look like for me to expect the fullness of God's life and Spirit?