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Vol. XIX No. 8 May 2004 |
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 Here I Stand At some point I lost track of God. Some wildflower by the roadside caught my attention and I strayed to look more closely, and God kept walking unaware that I'd stopped. But I was enraptured by the wildflower, studied it closely, and I said it was beautiful. And some said that beauty was God, but I didn't think so. I thought it was the purples and the pearls intermixing in freshly blossomed petals that was beautiful.And some said those colors reflected God's beauty, but I didn't think so. I hesitate to ascribe too much to God, he has quite a big plate already. He didn't seem to notice when I stopped to look at the wildflower.There are those who call every smart person who invents or discovers a genius, but I only count one or two geniuses in a generation. In the same way I do not see God everywhere either. When people thank God for the creations of mankind, dishwashers or a Monday off from work, I can only think that those are things man made and people gave you, not the gifts of God. I do not like to call a pond an ocean, and I do not like to call the purely inventive "genius," and I do not like to thank God for the creations of humanity.
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