God and Pissing Bugs

Have you ever laid down on the grass face down, and look, really look at what is below you? I don't mean just noticing that its grass, but looking as close as you can to the pattern in the grass blade or underneath to the soil below. I LOVE to do that. In fact, I spent some time this evening doing it yet again. My big yard is no perfectly planted California manicured lawn, it is a good hillbilly, take what grows, kinda yard, so I have a bigger variety of things to look at. 

First, I looked at all the little baby grasses and weeds that were coming up and thought that it was cool that some of them looked hairy. Then I decided to see how many insects I could find. I found several including one who crawled up my arm. I found a little ant hill and decided to watch it for a while. I watched a small ant and then saw a bigger one in the same hole. When I thought I had seen all I was going to, I noticed a tiny white dot moving. Being the ever spiritual, but ever human person I am, I said "Holy Sh*t Kitty! Can you see that bug?" He couldn't and just sat down. Apparently, he didn't find it nearly as fascinating as I did.

I think people find me a little strange and believe I have WAY to much time on my hands when I tell them stories like this. But for me, it is terribly exciting and just part of my spiritual quest. 

If there is one thing I can say for my father, I can tell you that this is his fault. He has taught me from the time I was tiny how to be fascinated with nature. Although Dad never graduated high school, he has always been the smartest man I know. And I think its because he lets nature teach him and common sense guide him. 

Not too long ago, he called me into a building he was working on. He pointed to a hole in the wood and said "See that?" And I did. He continued, "It looks like I drilled that with my drill. Its perfectly round." And yes it was. He went on to tell me that he had watched a bumble bee make that hole all by himself. "How did he get it that perfect?" he asked me. Then we went on to talk about how it should be impossible for a bumble bee to fly because his body mass is too large and how amazing God must be to make so many cool things. 

And that brings me back to my spiritual quest. The closer I look at the things God made, the more I learn about him (or her). People study paintings all the time in a effort to understand the artist. I would say any artist could create a painting to the point that the observer understands that he or she intended for you to see a forest, for example, but what of the artist who took the time on the details of the trees and the grasses? 

That's what I find so amazing about God, the artist. He thought so much of his creation that he concentrated on the details. And when I look at those details and study them, my image and appreciation for God grows. My perception of God becomes HUGE and I find out that my God is just the coolest. And to be honest, I find it even cooler if he did it slowly by evolution instead of a six day genesis. I don't want a magician, I want a sculptor. 

I want to realize that I am part of this nature that so fascinates me. I don't want to think I am separate from it. It doesn't matter that I am on top of the food chain, I am part of the food chain. I am a part of this wonderful, crazy creation that makes bugs that are so cool that they can piss a hot caustic substance that will kill his enemies but not burn his little booty.

Now how awesome of a God is that?