Opus 2024-096: The Gateway of Creation

I was sitting on the front porch, thinking about how glorious it was, and how blessed I am.  I got to thinking about other perspectives.  I thought of Donald Trump sitting at the top of Trump Tower.  I assume he has a penthouse up there and might sit and rejoice in the vista that he had over the city of New York.  I don’t know what goes on in his mind.  I don’t know his heart, but I know he would enjoy that panorama and I would too if I could go and spend the morning there.  But then I looked out on my front porch and said to myself, “You know, he doesn’t have it any better than I do.”

I thought back to the vistas I’ve had over the years.  I have not always had a front porch looking out over the hill country in Texas, but I will admit I’ve had some great vistas.  I had a view of the forrest and mountains in the high Sierras far from any other human beings.  I knew the glory of the beach at Maui as the sun rose behind me.  But I also have a vista of sitting in a rented living room with boxes piled high in front of me and narrow pathways leading through to the front door.  Even there I was able to rejoice in the God of my salvation with.  I worshiped amidst the piles of boxes and narrow pathways.

What makes the the location meaningful is the presence of God.  The knowledge of him.  Calling upon his name and sensing His response.  It occurred to me that what I was looking at was not just a bunch of plants and bugs and clouds, but the Gateway of Creation.

May you appreciate your vistas.

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