Simple complexity

Good evening,

As the lingering hours of the weekend slowly pass into just another Monday, I find myself blindsided by how infinitely large the world is and how small I seem in comparison. I realize that within the last year and a half of sending my thoughts into this electronic void I may have already mentioned my affinity for thinking of things on a larger scale than most. I can't see an old run-down house beside the highway without wondering what it must have been like living there years ago before the highway existed. I can't stand anywhere near those giant motorized windmills without feeling like I have somehow been reduced to miniscule proportions. I am moved by pictures of the "good ol' days" and can't seem to look at them without imagining what went on after the photograph was taken. I have always been intrigued by the fact that someone...somewhere... could quite possibly be doing the exact same thing as I am and neither of us would have any knowledge of the other. My point to all this is that I often look at simple things through a very large lens. So large, in fact, that it makes some things very difficult for me to grasp.

Every Thursday evening, I attend a young adult bible study. We are currently discussing the book of Genesis and this past week, more specifically, the story of Noah and his Ark. Within the discussion, we were told the exact dimensions of this gargantuan wooden vessel. A football field and a half long, 2 inches wider than a standard church sanctuary, and 17 stories tall. That, my weblog friends, is just about the craziest thing I have ever heard. In further discussion someone mentioned that, back in the 70's, scientists thought they had found the ark resting between two mountains over in eastern Europe somewhere. Can you imagine what that must have been like? Flying overhead, looking down expecting to see snow covered mountain tops, but instead seeing a petrified wooden boat that wouldn't fit inside the Metrodome. As I attempt to get my seemingly tiny mind around the extent of what it must have been like to discover a boat of, literally, Biblical proportions... I am only more flabbergasted (that's right... intense times call for intense words) by the fact that it was that mass of petrified wood that saved Noah and his family so many years ago AND on top of all that... it was all meticulously orchestrated by the same Lord that orchestrates my life.

That is when you lose me. That is when the immensity of this world and the intricacy of the God who created it become far too much for my feeble, yet college-educated, mind to comprehend. And that is when I am blindsided by the simple complexity of how little I am in comparison to how enormous life is around me.

Dream big-
Live bigger-
Tempa.