Hands
The past couple of days, my family has had a booth at Summer Fest. The booth next to us sells little glass figurines, like elephant and dogs, ballerina and piano's, ships and turtles. Not only do they sell them, but the man makes them, right there in his booth, using only a blow torch, a pair of Digidium glasses and the sticks of glass. I find the process to be such a fascinating thing; how it's just the movement of his hands and his imagination. I suppose I had little stars in my eyes, because he let me come to the back of the booth and watch him make a bullfrog (a frog with a bulls head; horns and all). I even got to wear the special glasses. I am still captivated by the skill and patience required to make such beautiful things. While I was thinking about it last night before bed, the image of two very large hands with bloodied scabs on them came to mind, and at once I knew they were the creators hands; the hands of the one who sacrificed his life for me. It's amazing what skill and patience the lord had with this world and its inhabitants. And then I realized how grateful I was that God had the patience he did, and that he was as forgiving as he is. I guess that's why he's God, eh?