I have for a long time look up at the skyscrapers and felt like I was missing out on something. Is there something going on in these tall ominous buildings that is secret? All the world sees is a brick facade being held up by the beautiful people walking in and out day in and day out. I am sure most of us spend time driving by these buildings and think about what is going on the inside. Are people working, learning, living? Are they eating? Are they on a date? Are they lonely? These buildings that we drive by, that most of the people we know spend more time in then they do at home, have a story on the inside. Look at the outside, look at the detail, and look on the roof. Someone took the time to design and etch each corner and each window. This was not a building that was accidentally thrown together. Men took time and love to build it.
All around the world you see the beauty of the Lord. Not only in the world that he created, but who can match his handy work… really. But the love that people put into building churches the places we go to worship is absolutely amazing. Each time you come across a church it takes your breath away. Then when they ring their bell, there is nothing like it. Not a skyscraper in the world can match the majestic power that the house of the Lord holds.
It spoke to me that there are these two buildings both so beautiful. One a place of worship, and one a place of business. To me it is a fine line in life that humans face. We are most certainly created to worship. But who do you choose?
Rachel took this picture in San Antonio. It is the top of San Fernando Cathedral, which is a beautiful church built around 1749. We briefly talked about the representation of ‘two gods’ in this picture, and thought it was interesting. I imagine Babel wasn’t the first time man put faith into his own engineering (intelligence), but in this age of information, its hard not to. You drive to work, and completely take for granted that when you press that brake petal, your car will stop.
In this season of Thanksgiving, I find myself being reminded to be thankful for what I have. Thankful that God hasn’t decided to call Rachel home yet, thankful for my (two) homes, thankful for my health. There is so much we take for granted, its overwhelming when you try to think about it all.
We had a missionary talk at church Sunday. Her husband was killed in the Philippines by a terrorist bomb. She talked about being with him during his last breaths, about bringing his body home to the US, and some time later being led back to the Philippines. I’m immediately reminded about the fragility of life, and how thankful I am that my family is all together. Then I think about how nuts this lady is. Its the last place on earth any sane widow would want to be, but she obeys the call and goes, and finds that she has a purpose that is greater than her understanding, and that she has had an impact there that no other person would be capable of.
I’m thankful for my Father that not only protects me, but knows me. I know I don’t have the courage this lady did, but I pray that I have the courage to be used for the purpose He has in store for me, and to put my faith in Him, and not my own engineering.
Great picture Rach! I thank God that you & your family “thank God”
Love Mama
Now I am crying again. Your family just blesses mine daily. I love you guys