A master architect built a fine estate on a thousand acres, high atop a hill, with views exceeding 5 countries. A massive display of craftsmanship, skill, foresight, after sight, knowledge, as well as an unequalled eye for detail in hiring the finest tradespeople of the world to erect his vision, brought him acclaim from far and wide, and rightfully so.
Years of planning and construction gave birth to a place among places, a piece of heaven on earth where the visitor could only say: Wow. That’s right, to describe the finished product with words would diminish the result. There are no words to speak of such magnificence.
There were rooms with five ft. ceilings, and rooms with vaulted ceilings of twelve, twenty-four, and fifty-six feet. There were pool rooms with 3 and 9 ft tables with gorgeous cues, and there were Olympic pool rooms which would make Michael Phelps envious.
There were archery rooms, rooms with a hundred sewing machines, there were rooms with leather hides for the making of vests, and there were rooms with bales of cotton for the making of shirts.
No, this was not the Home Depot, and there were no employees, as every visitor was welcome to browse, use the machinery, stay for the afternoon, the week, the month, or the year. Heck, no body even cared if one were to spend a life time there, as there was room to be alone or a part.
Truly a house unlike all others. Fresh bread wafted through the halls, smelling more alluring with the wooden floors which made all guests feel somehow perfect in their hearts, at home as it were. A strange place, but familiar it was. People busy working at their whims, or others relaxing by the fire, while others were skiing down the long incline to the basement……..yep, snow in this place, as well as a beach across the way. No sand on the floors though. Remarkable.
Never was a complaint, until now. A young know-it-all type with briefcase in hand who just graduated college a day ago, came to inspect the place preparing for his new job search as ‘Estate Planner and Safety Director.’ He figured he would get some practice for the old resume.
After a long walk full of observations, out came the mini laptop and an immediate cataloging of gripe and faults:
- Halls are dangerously too wide in some places and narrow in others.
- Pool cues are made of endangered wood.
- Diving board is too close to the ceiling.
- Oak floors are not finished to specs.
- Archery rooms were unsafe.
- The cotton was not stored properly.
- The gutters were in need of repair.
- The windows were too dim.
- The kitchen temp was too cold.
- The bedrooms were too hot.
Geez, his list was a mile long, finding fault with everything in sight. He was proud of his work, and was smiling with glee as he was about to leave. Upon extending his hand to the exit door, he looked to his left and saw a man sitting at a table alone. The fellow looked up and said hello to the visitor, inviting him in. ‘Sit please.’
‘Let’s see what you said about my place.’
‘Your place sir?’
‘Yep, built it from scratch.’ Reaching out for the device he begins to read: ‘Hmm. Halls are too wide. Too narrow. Diving board too close to ceiling. Unsafe. Cue wood. Dim. Cold. Hot.’
‘I call it the way I see it,’ the young man said.
Looking at the visitor through sad eyes he asks: ‘Do you SEE it?’
‘I think so. To be fair, well made, with good construction, but with poor planning, which is prone to accidents.’
‘Hmm. Never heard that before, and never saw an accident. Halls are too wide? Yep, that’s for the people who cannot walk and need to drive from the beach to the sewing room. Halls too narrow? Yep, that is for the blind people who can feel their way safely. Diving board poorly planned? Ha, that area is for little people only, who are perfectly safe there, and is a major place of happiness.
Cue wood? Yep, built from scrap Brazilian rosewood, which would have been burned. Dim windows? Hmm, the dazzling east view of the sun at this altitude would blind you. Gutters need repair? Uh no, they are coppered and are meant to look like they are 500 years old, as they inspire many a painter who roams the grounds. The cold kitchen? Perfectly safe for they from colder climates, that they may act the master chef while they are here.’
By this time the young fella was beginning to see the big picture, and how his short-sightedness caused him to file a false report based on his own bias and his exaggerated thoughts of his college education.
‘Would you like to walk the grounds young fella to document all the safety issues? Or visit my other dwellings? The hospital perhaps? I have many more mansions you know, some equipped rather uniquely.’
Now almost fainting under the temperature of his own wonderment, his guest said: ‘Uh, no sir, I’m sure everything is perfect.’
In this he was correct.
Ps. Of course, no-one would diminish the value of learning and higher education in its place, but it is so easy to file a false report about people or things not having the facts and context. We are like this with God, as we separate him from our intellect by our own amusing arguments. We chastise Him for His ways, not knowing what we view as defective, may be perfectly explained in a few days, or a hundred years, and if we had but sincerity in the quest for truth, and absolute honesty in our hearts, we would come to know that God is mistake free.
There are no defects in neither God nor His word, and His ways are past understanding. You did not create the orbits, He did. You did not create the oceans, He did. Nor did you create man and woman. Neither did your friends. Nor was it a random act of serendipity.
And the mere suggestion that the Creator is inadequate, prone to error, or guilty of the wrongs of man, and that He has left us without the tools to see His handiwork, pretty much paints us as pipsqueaks.
May your 2016 affirm the goodness of the true Creator, and may you seek He who is altogether lovely, (though He be not far from us).