Some of the prettiest and more artistic scenes actually seem quite messy at first.
Along the east beach of Lake Erie there are rocks, most of which I think were brought in to allay erosion. Not a lot of rock exists in this county - veins of gravel - but not rock like you see here.
There are unexpected twists and turns in some trees. Others appear quite dull and uninteresting, until you study them more closely. Some appear battered by storm winds. And yet, when viewed altogether, it works.
The trails are somewhat longish and not real curvy or steep and we can see some of the rocks butting up along the edge. The rocks aren't suppose to be in this landscape, yet, in serving their purpose, they acceptably add to the scene.
Winter storms have created interesting patterns of sand and ice along the east beach shoreline and over time have reconfigured the tip jutting into Lake Erie.
Sunday's sermon got me thinking about these things. God is bigger than neat and tidy. He's bigger than small and messy. He isn't stuck in a box.
If He is in any box, it's because He has promised to be always with us, and is in there with us, on account of that promise, not because He is stuck. Real life - the messy - has taken me outside the neat and tidy - religion. As much as I plan, do, am, cross the T's and dot the I's; I truly am not the real author, artist, director, manager, engineer of my life. God is.
Understanding that, I am able to rest, whatever my circumstances, and as Elisabeth Elliot once said, "just do the next thing." All these things came to mind during Sunday's sermon, "Messy Spirituality".
(More little scenes from Point Pelee National Park, Ontario, Canada.)
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