The.Street.I.Live.On
A few nights ago there was a supposed meteor shower where for one hour you could see hundreds of shooting stars in the night sky. Catching up with an old friend we ventured a few miles up the mountain to get front row seats to this event. Laying across the hood of her car I spotted 1 shooting star the whole night. And to be honest I’m not sure if it was real or my mind wanting to see one so bad I dreamed it.
The night sky was breathe taking however. Looking up at it is very peaceful and very humbling. It puts the daily worries on hold and reminds you that your apart of something much bigger than the street you live on.
I meet people all the time that don’t believe in God because they can’t grasp him. They don’t feel he makes sense with what science claims. They like the evolution story because it makes sense and is comfortable for them. Story goes a long time ago a bunch of atoms had a party in the ocean and life as we know it was pieced together.
But sitting under the night sky I have a hard time buying it. I have a hard time buying the fact that the emotions I felt that night were once pieced together at random chance millions of years ago. I have a hard time understanding that emotions such as jealousy or compassion, love or fear, mercy or grace came from anything short of divine creation. Neurologists can chemically explain all of them but I just can’t buy the fact that humans as intricate as we are came from random chance.
That got me thinking. People don’t grasp the concept of God because they feel its absurd. Yet we all tend to grasp concepts as a culture that are extremely absurd. For instance if you graduate from a specific college you are more valuable than others in todays society. If you wear designer jeans you are more desireable than others. If you live on certain side of town you are better off than others. If you drive a certain car it makes you more important than others.
Somehow under the night sky none of that mattered. It all became really small as my shooting star streaked across the sky. It all became really absurd as my shooting star reminded me that I’m apart of something much bigger than The.Street.I.Live.On
-Billy
