Saturday, June 18, 2005
unbelievable reality
I'm reading a book called Praise Habit at the moment, and it's actually quite good. I'm going to post something mind boggling from it (after I explain a wee bit of context so you know where it's comin' from) The writer is talking about how he has this friend who every morning reads an astronomy book- and says all the numbers about stars, and how far away they are and how huge everything is incomparison to him keeps him in line, realizing how small he is. And the whole chapter was basically about how we have this fascination for fame. Anyways, enough background here's the amazing quote : "It's brilliant -literally. I mean, whoever thought of stars shining is ridiculous. I'm all excited about whoever took these pictures ( of galaxies, stars, etc...) but whoever blew that thing up to begin with, now Him I've got to meet. If I'm ever in the same rom with that Guy, I will not be cool. How could I? And what if our eyes met and I was found out? What if I looked up and saw Him running right at me with His arms spread wide and a torrential smile that would turn dry deserts green? This would be unreasonable. There is no justification for the Dreamer of it all, whom the cosmos and the grass in April and the stream swollen with snowmelt and the baby grabbing your finger and the laugh of kids in kindergarten and the smell of jasmine speak about, to be running toward me. That would be ludicrous. The universe has somewhere around 200,000,000,000 galaxies. In our galaxy alone there are about 100,000,000,000 stars, and there are over 6,000,000,000 people living and breathing right now. Why on earth would He bother coming toward me? I am tiny. I am a dot. Yet here He is with His heart in my chest and we're locked in embrace and I'm not exactly sure when it happened but something fired inside of me, and now my arms are around Him, and people are watching, and I will tell you about it. I don't think I can help it. No more than the stars in a black velvet sky can keep from it. " - Praise Habit, by David Crowder . You should read it.
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