Lord shall I weep for thee, maybe for thine, how about mine and what about me.  Always ending up at me as if I am the eventual landing point for all the world’s interactions.  I am not central, I am not peripheral or tertiary, but one of the smallest little dirt filled tributaries on the smallest moon of a orbiting volcanic rock that is barely classified, planet.  Yet my dirt matters to the one whom all things rightly shouldn’t.  It makes no sense, yet it does to me and it makes me yawn, then stretch, then cry, huge crashing drops of saltine splendor on my laptop.  Thankfully, though I review the universe in comparison to my perspective somehow it all matters to me too.

How is that, that in my position of insignificance I should be so moved by the little things a universe away which by all right and justification should have no bearing whatsoever on my emotions, thoughts or processes?  Why does it matter that the universe cries out in agony for the saviour?  I mean I cannot save it.  The closest comprehension I may gather is that it is like watching a forest burn though you yourself made it out of the flames to safety or watching the tsunami demolish the town as you view from higher ground.  There is a feeling of connectivity with those being burned or drowned, to the point it breaks something inside our own healthy structure, some kindred pain for which there is no other explanation then our relationship to God and our similar love for all His Created beings.  You see if God loves them then simply by I love them.  They matter to me because they matter to Him.  If that isn’t proof of my affinity and origin in God I cannot imagine what would suffice.

By all right I should be content in my dirt tributary, why am I not?  What is that “reaching seed” syndrome that causes me ambitious desire to see the world in a better status?  He created it, why can’t I just leave it alone and live with it?  Another proof, you bet you?  He has placed in each one of us the desire either to stir it back to health and order or to help it hasten on its path to destruction.  Why do we want to help or wish to hurt?  Why is there good and evil, why must there be conflict between these counter imposed ideals?  Why can’t they live in harmony, a balance, the yin and yang of eastern mysticism?  Because they are at odds, countering each other until one is in the controlling position.  If it be evil then all things seek to consume the remaining fuel and if it be good then all things seek to grow things in the light to maturity.  They are opposite, never balanced but in constant struggle by nature.  Do not allow the deceiving voice of darkness to convince you otherwise.

Lord thank you for giving me the desire to care for even the insignificant object light years away.  I don’t get it but I know that it makes me like you and that I get.  I will strive to bring the light to darkness and raise things up to their productive peak for your Glory.  For now I just need a good cry because it all is out of order and desperately needs you.  In Jesus’ Name.