The Unteachable Fool and God's Nature
My husband is friends with an older gentleman, Bill, from our old church in North Carolina. When we first met Bill, he brought Sam a homemade slingshot he made at home. He explained that he played with them when he was younger, and wanted to teach Sam how to do it.
Now, this was not a Y-shaped slingshot that you tend to see in cartoons and toy stores. This slingshot was the real deal. It was essentially one long cord with a cradle in the middle of the length for a stone. When it was loaded and you were holding both ends, it was easily an arms length long. He taught Sam how to hold it and demonstrated how it worked– slinging the rock like a lasso above his head before whipping it away. With a slingshot like this, a rock could easily launch the length of a football field. This thing was no toy. You could easily understand how a young King David could use it as a weapon with the velocity and distance Sam and Bill could shoot these rocks.
God’s Mind is on You
Have you ever stood in front of nature and been completely in awe of the awesomeness of God? For me, I was a teenager standing on the Maid of the Mist, a little boat that launches out of the New York side of Niagara Falls and sails into the horseshoe at the bottom of the falls. Standing at the bottom of this huge waterfall, water hurdling over the edge and crashing with such force into the river below that it ricochets into a hazy mist that drenches everything.
Remembering We are the Temple
There have been three separate times where I’ve witnessed nature and felt simultaneously so small and powerless against the greatness of God’s creation, and comforted with the fact that the same Mastermind of this same landscape thought that I was important enough to include in His design. The first was at the foot of the colossal horseshoe at the Canadian side of Niagara Falls. The second was stepping out of the airport in Cape Town to see the three mountain peaks that makeup that city’s skyline: Devil’s Peak, Table Mountain, and Lion’s Head. The third was this weekend, from the Fred W. Symmes Chapel in Camp Greenville, South Carolina.

