Repost: View from an Airplane

From theIMG_0116adust2 window of the plane, the earth below is a random collection of rugged snow-topped peaks. Placid lakes, scattered like pearls over the snowy Rockies are strung together unevenly by meandering streams, rivers and forests.

We descend into the lowlands where the marks of human habitation are easy to spot. Rectangular fields furrowed in straight lines. Barns and houses, situated neatly in a corner; the lines between properties delineated clearly with fences and hedges. A ribbon of highway cuts along the valley towards the suburbs punctuated by vast parking lots, vehicles, uniform box stores and rhythmic subdivisions are the marks of civilisation as I know it.

It occurs to me that humans like order. The farmer ploughs a straight line. The builder uses squares and rectangles for his measure.  We operate according to clock, calendar and schedule, meting out our minutes as if we were in charge of them. Our plan, on any given day, is to get from Point A to point B along the smooth and efficient highway with no traffic or accidents.

We want to know our children will come home from school. That our parents will live a long and happy life and die peacefully in their sleep. We want the security of knowing we have a job and pay cheque tomorrow.

Like Job in the Bible, we don’t appreciate the disruption of devastating illness, random violence or the collapse of financial security. When relationships break or a loved one falls ill, our desires for predictability and order are shattered. We want our plans to work out.

When viewing the chaos of life from an earthly perspective, some refuse to acknowledge a God who allows such apparent disorder. Others cry out to the God of the universe, asking Him to re-order our lives, to make the crooked straight and to restore what is broken and lost. To make everything to how. It. Should. Be. According to our straight and limited designs.

But God’s order is not like ours. His designs are subtle and yet profoundly beautiful.

As viewed from the airplane, I do not at first notice the design etched upon the crags of the mountains where the snow has collected or the perfection of individual snowflakes. I cannot fathom the fractal placement of each tree branch and the measured out tributaries of the snaking river which follow this same pattern. The Fibonacci sequence, which is the numerical blueprint for flower petals and pine cones is a complex mystery to my mathematically challenged mind. The Creator whispers His mysteries in the secrets of nature down the side roads, along the winding forest trail. Even out the airplane window.

That same God reveals beauty in other unexpected places. The smile of a child with Down’s syndrome. The vision of heaven experienced by a woman on her deathbed. The sorrow of a prison inmate who repents from his past life and begins anew.

I cringe when told “everything happens for a reason.” It is such a clumsy attempt to sum up God’s plan when things go awry. We might naively think we should find a reason or even think we know it, especially when it comes to the troubles of others. But if we are honest we realise it will rarely be revealed in this life. Humanly speaking, we are incapable of seeing it, just as the intricacies of a snowflake can barely be discerned without a magnifying glass.

The patterns of nature are not immediately visible, but they are there for those who would observe. Life in this world may seem haphazard and unfair, but when we reflect on God’s creation, study His character and take note of His workings throughout the kaleidoscope of history, glimpses of a pattern will emerge.  The rest will be revealed. In God’s own time and way.

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2 Responses to Repost: View from an Airplane

  1. annameghan says:

    This is wonderful!!!! Great job!!!!

    On Jul 11, 2017 4:44 PM, “Glimpses of Glory as seen through a dark glass” wrote:

    > rosesscott posted: “From the window of the plane, the earth below is a > random collection of rugged snow-topped peaks. Placid lakes, scattered like > pearls over the snowy Rockies are strung together unevenly by meandering > streams, rivers and forests. We descend into the lowla” >

  2. DOROTHY says:

    Good incite! We may never know, but those tough times are often when God seems the closest
    and He changes us through those experiences.

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