Monday, April 7, 2014
An artificial order
The last time I visited this stream,
tourists had waded into its cool rushing water
and moved the rocks,
lining them up in a pattern of their own doing,
artificial and stark.
It was obvious that someone had rearranged the order.
Their intervening alignment forced the water
into an efficiency it was never meant to have
and diverted the natural current of the water.
The afternoon recreation of a few people,
while I am sure was satisfying
to the symmetrically-inclined,
changed the direction of the flow,
increased the force of the water,
began the slow process of eroding the banks,
and confused the commuting trout below the surface,
leaving them without places of refuge or rest
on their journey,
no place of serenity to replenish their strength.
And this rushing rearrangement
diminished the beauty
and peace from God's creation
for the rest of us.
Something was not right,
that much we all knew.
This winter, hardy forest rangers
waded in the icy stream
with justice and cold hands
and undid the damage,
making it right again.
Why would not the stones have been laid out in efficient lines?
God always has purposes
even when the rocks of our lives
are not in the order we would designate.
Why does something have to be
before we recognize
God's power in it?
God's faithfulness is not always in what I recognize or understand. But He is still faithful.
The water is energized
by the rocks in its path,
a victory dance
but in the middle of the struggle.
The way is not blocked,
and there is rarely
just one way through this,
but one exit connects to another,
the beauty rippling,
that the timid didn't know it possessed,
seeing not an obstacle,
but a joy ride,
a redeeming I dare not ruin.
Your way was through the sea,
Your path through the great waters,
yet Your footprints were unseen.