The Hey You Lady

I like to watch children at play.   Their imaginations and curiosity are truly unlimited.   They will fight fires as easily as they blow out birthday candles, dance like Cinderella at the prince’s ball, they stomp in rain puddles just to see how high water can splash, and at the end of the day feel like superheroes because theirs is a world of pure absolute joy, where ability and pleasure flawlessly click.   Their true colors shine. That is, until they realize they are being watched.   Suddenly the fire is bigger than the firefighter; Cinderella is afraid she will miss a dance step; puddle stomping becomes a cardinal sin because of the mess it may create.   Ability and pleasure suddenly clash, and the superhero now is the one in need of being rescued.   True colors that were shining a few moments ago have suddenly faded. What gives someone the right to cast shadows on the true colors of a child’s imagination?   Ok, proper boundaries are necessa...

The other day I was pondering how vast and enormous the universe is in comparison to you and me.  As the song says, "It's a great big universe, and we're all really puny / We're just tiny little specks, about the size of Mickey Rooney ..." Yet even though we may be tiny specks in a great big universe, ponder this:  The entire universe is a tiny speck in the palm of the hand of God.  How really puny are we, really, if we are just tiny little specks on a tiny speck in the hand Omnipotence?  That is enough to make most people feel at least a little bit insignificant. The good news is the truth of the matter is, even though we are micro-Mickey Rooney-sized specks, we have captured God's attention!  In a time long, long before Mickey Rooney walked the earth, the king of Israel, David, pondered the size of man in comparison to the size of the God of the universe: Lord, our Lord, how majestic is your name in the whole earth! You have made your glory highe...