View from the Top

by Colin Williamson

Betty and I stood near a large reflection pool on a July day in Boston watching kids find relief from the heat in the splashing waters.  We were surrounded by sky-scrapers and elegant, ornate structures.  The tallest in our sight was a needle-like building with revolving restaurant at its highest point.  It was impressive!  So, that same night we celebrated an anniversary with a wonderful meal in that restaurant.  We enjoyed ourselves as we viewed Boston's lights below.  We were on top of the town.

Recently, I flew into Boston and my eyes sought for that point again.  It looked so small and insignificant from my new vantage point.  What ad seemed so impressive from my view from the ground now seemed so much less.

I think God must look at all we build and brag about . . . and smile!.  We look up admiringly at the works of man's hand (his very best).  He sees it all as pitiful in comparison to one soul.  After speaking the universe into its place, the Empire State Building must be no more to him than a dog house built of scrap lumber by twelve-year-old boys.  How blind we must be to live our whole lives and never discover the important and the beautiful.