Oh, I just realised that title makes my head sing the theme song to CSI. Nevermind that. This is a post about a different thought I woke up with on Thursday. Earth is a speck in the universe. Like the speck Horton found with Who-ville in it. Why that popped into my mind I don't know.
It got me thinking though. The Whos had no idea there was anything beyond their existence. Until the day the Mayor of Who-ville realised that Horton was holding Who-ville on a pink dandelion-looking puff ball plant thing. And that Who-ville was contained in a tiny yellow pollen fleck.
Aren't we kind of like that? We often don't realise the vastness of the universe or know exactly how much detail God has crafted into it. And how tiny planet earth really is in relation to the entire universe with its many galaxies.
What we experience is big to us. It doesn't seem small because it's real to us and we generally cannot look at the experience objectively in terms of how it fits in the whole scheme of things. Especially if the experience hurts us.
Would it make a difference if we took the chance to ask if there is more to life than as we know it? To question if our lives have a deeper purpose and meaning. If maybe someone somewhere out there is actually looking out for us.
Horton risked his life to keep Who-ville safe. He didn't know them nor was he obliged to care. But he did. He risked looking like a fool and being rejected by his community all for the sake of having the Whos in a speck live well.
What about God? He does know us. In fact He knows us more intimately than we know ourselves. He created us. He wanted us here. And He's not a bungling fat elephant, cute as Horton may be.
What if we gave Him a chance to save us from the self-destructive paths we sometimes take? What if we let Him show us the great and wondrous plans He has for us? The incredible blessings He has stored up. Or simply the relationship He desires to have with us. In fact the relationship beats everything else. He has a love so pure we could never be hurt or disappointed.
There is no fear in His perfect love. No possibility of being rejected, dismissed, neglected, abandoned, abused. In His love there is only acceptance, exhortation, elevation, empowerment, trust, total belief in us.
So why do we shut our eyes, stick fingers into our ears and belch "la, la, la" when someone comes along and says, "You know, I heard God today. Something is changing around us. Have you ever wondered if there is anything more?" Why do we respond like the panel of grumpy old men who enclosed the Mayor of Who-ville in a bell jar so no one else could hear the truth? Why do we kick that person in the butt and tread upon their innocent curiousity?
Worse, why do we sometimes act like the haughty kangaroo who thought she knew it all and schemed against Horton when he tried to explain what he had discovered? Why do we crucify the one who is only trying to save us?
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