The child’s fishing net and pole broke. An adult would have
thrown it in the bin. As I walked down the drive, though, I noticed the lurid
pink netting swinging from a branch of a low bush. The net held, not fish, but
a variety of pebbles and stones, pinecones and twigs. Veritable treasures in
the eyes of a child. What are they? They can be anything my imagination wants
them to be.
This morning I am considering our broken world. Those who
would throw it out are investing big bucks in spacecraft to take them to a new
life on a barren planet like Mars.
Those whose faith is in the love of a Creator God who made
heaven and earth see the broken orb dangling in space. On it are people of all
sizes and sorts, flora and fauna, mountains and seas. May our imaginations, and
those of our leaders, align with our Heavenly Father’s creative vision. May we
hear his whispers to his earthly team, so that we as individuals and
collectively adjust our consumption, reassess our priorities, and share his
vision as he saves this planet.
I lift my eyes to the hills. Where does our help come from?
Our help comes from the Lord who made heaven and earth. Thank you, God.
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