By Patrick Hawthorne
Sometimes I can’t help it. It’s like someone comes along and yanks a chain in my brain. Suddenly, like a ceiling fan with four 110 watt incandescent halogen light bulbs, (now illegal in most states), questioning thoughts begin to swirl around within the confines of my cranium. Thoughts such as, “Why don’t sheep shrink when it rains?” Or, “If a pig loses its voice, is it disgruntled?”
The other day as I was driving along the parkway, pondering and meditating on nothing in particular but everything not in particular, I saw a beautiful sky scene. It was at that point that I began to ask myself a series of questions, “Why does God allow us to see in such splendid color? Why does He allow us to hear wonderful music? Why does He allow us to taste such delicacies such as turkey necks and pinto beans?” The last one is a Southern thing. Don’t knock it till you try it.
When you think about it, and I mean really think about it, why does God allow us to see such beauty, or hear such wonderful music, or taste such delicacies? Is it merely for our pleasure or is there more to it than that? I surmise that He gave us these wonderful gifts as a way of bringing us into a closer relationship with Him, making us more like Him?
The Word tells us, in Psalms 34:8, “Oh, taste and see that the Lord is good. Blessed is the man who trusts in Him.” Another way of saying this would be, “Drink deeply of the pleasures of God. Experience for yourself the joyous mercies He gives to all who turn to hide themselves in Him.” (The Passion Translation.)
We are told to meditate on God’s Word. This is more than a casual reading. This is stopping to ponder and think, question and surmise. It is to assume the role of a small child and ask, “Why, God? Why did You make the flamingos knees to point backwards?” Be blessed.