Of Rocks and Trees

To this day I still love Legos. Seriously. There is no greater activity of relaxation than gathering a rainbow of colored blocks of all shapes and sizes and constructing, well...a spaceship, a pirate hide-out, a two story mountain villa...whatever you want. Such an amazing feeling to create using simple pieces, knowing that mere minutes and hours prior your submersible hovercraft was nothing more than a few individual pieces.

How much great our Heavenly Father, who crafts the woods of Indiana, the blue hills of Kentucky, and the sunset as it glazes the waving and swaying clifts of Tennessee. So often, in the midst of our theology and philosophy, our careers and priorities, our haves and our have-nots, we miss the fingerprints of God upon this earth.

Moreover, it wasn't with Legos, or even Tinkertoys or K'nex, that He built this creation. He used molicule and atoms, protons and neutrons and pieces even smaller than that. With those he created elements and with those elements he created simple compounds, complex compounds, and then, life. From that life came all sorts of creatures, plants, fungus, and all sorts of crazy things. Moreover, how awesome is it that he placed us to enjoy it. Notice, it wasn't the monkeys or the manatees, the spiders or the scorpions, the blue whales or the bats, or any other plant or single celled organism that has been given the gift to enjoy, to bask in the glory of their creator, to smile at the frivolous beauty of it all.

After all, did a sunset have to be such spectrum of colours or did a squirrel have to have such a playful tail? Did a flower truly need such a auromic smell or a pizza such a gastronomically enjoyable texture and flavor? Did a blue whale have so sing so tenderly or a dog have a such a wet and touching kiss? Speaking of kisses, we can explain away how the nerves that conglomerate in one's lips create such a sensation when one presses their's to another's, but why was it ever made that way, and how lucky those whose lips are able to share such.

What a beautiful world indeed! One cannot look upon the sleepy, wooded hills of Norht Carolina, the beaches of Florida, or the towering green towers of Guatemala without singing in their heart;

This is my Father's World
and to my listening ears
all nature sings
and 'round me rings
the music of the spheres
This is my Father's World
I rest me in the thought
of Rocks and Trees
of Skies and Seas
His hand the wonders wrought

Rest. Rest in the comfort of knowing that your Heavenly Father made every sunset, every sparrow, and every cool summer breeze not merely for pure utility or function, but in order to speak to you in a gentle voice with a tender 'i love you" and a smile watching His children frolick in this beautiful world.

Hilton Head tomorrow, Red Wings tomorrow night. Prayer.

God Bless ya all!