Have you ever observed the surface of a pond in a rain storm? Each raindrop becomes the center of a small ripple circle. As other raindrops fall nearby other ripples form, and they intersect again and again in interesting, complicated ways. Add wind to the mix, and perhaps a spring.
Imagine the spring as the welling of earth energy, the water table under the earth, the oceans and tides, the changing seasons. Imagine the wind as air in every phase, and how it moves around the whole earth. Imagine each raindrop as one of us.
Look how the circles intersect beyond our control, beyond our intention, beyond our comprehension.
Neither you nor I can know our own impact. In the manner of circles in pond water rippling and spreading from a raindrop, our way of spending the most ordinary day affects the world. We can only know that, modest or flamboyant, recognized or not, our influence exists and spreads.
P.S. There is power, power, wonder-working power
In the lines__ to our house__
Some readers will recognize that a jaunty tune fits similar words in a rousing hymn. Oh, the wonders of power of all sorts, but specifically electrical power that was restored to us a little after 6:00 p.m. last night. Thankful only begins to tell.
No comments:
Post a Comment