From news editor Daniel Silliman: I’ve never been to the New York City museum known as The Frick and am not currently planning a visit. But reading reporting on the reopening of the renovated home of the Gilded Age art collector reminds me of how much I love museums.

Big city art museums, yes, but also all kinds of museums. Where I live in Appalachia, there are museums dedicated to salt, bricks, cats, pinball, the creativity of the Appalachian people, and art too. If you look, museums are everywhere. And like The Frick—check out the New York Times’ virtual walk-through—each museum is a thing of beauty.

I don’t mean that museums are beautiful (though they are) but that museums collect beauty and direct attention to it. They’re like telescopes pointing at something wonderful, set up and waiting for someone (anyone, really) to peep into them and be amazed.

It makes me think, this week after Easter, that that’s what I want my life to be like as a Christian. I want to be a witness like a museum—a collection that says, “Hey, look at this!” and invites people to be astounded.