I watched the jet streaming across the sky and wondered at how many people were inside; I wondered where they were going and if they were nervous about speeding along at such heights. How can that plane fly through the same air that we breathe into our lungs? It seems too airy to carry anything.
How does that cruise ship carrying 3,000 people, their vacation stuff and enough food to feed them all, float along on water that I can dip my hand into? I would never have believed it were possible if I had not seen it myself.
How do eyes view their surroundings, perceive everything from colours to facial expressions and then transmit those images to the brain for clarification and meaning?
How do ears pick up the vibrations in the air and recognize the nuances of language? How do they transmit their information to the brain for decoding? How do they separate what is background noise from what is important for the moment? And, how do our tongues form words and add enough expression to communicate our thoughts and signal our emotions for other's ears to pick up?
How do our brains work? No one can make a computer that perfectly replaces a brain. How is your brain even recognizing the ink on a page or the letters on a screen and then either wondering about the same things as my brain wonders about or dismisses them as me having too much time on my hands?
How do Redwood trees and giant Sequoias suck up enough water to reach their uppermost branches?
How do tiny chickadees thrive through winter and always seem to sing a cheerful song to those who are weary with the shoveling and cold?
We live in an awesome world! A fox came up to our porch a couple days ago. Deer grazed through the snow in our neighbor's yard. I remembered some words from the Book of Job.
"Do you know when the mountain goats give birth?
Do you watch when the doe bears her fawn?
Do you count the months till they bear?
Do you know the time they give birth? Job 39:1-2
"Does the hawk take flight by your wisdom and spread his wings toward the south?
Does the eagle soar at your command and build his nest on high?
He dwells on a cliff and stays there at night;
A rocky crag is his stronghold. (Job 39:26-28)
As I listen to the news across North America, it seems that people are losing their knowledge and respect for God. We cannot do what He does. I think that is why I feel lifted up when I get out in the bush. I see what He made and I sense Him speaking to my heart (which is way nicer than hearing with my ears). Our Creator lives. He loves us. He offers us a life that is more amazing than a jet flying through thin air or a ship floating upon the sea.
Sue Carlisle grew up on the Wind River Reservation in Wyoming. An enrolled member of the Ponca Tribe of Nebraska, her passion is to encourage people to look at creation and see our awesome
Creator. Sue is author of
Walking with the Creator
Along the Narrow Road
(see page 19). She and her
husband, Wes, now live in
Thunder Bay, Ontario.
