Saturday morning I sit on my porch surrounded by the Cicada’s cacophonous choir. In the background is the gentle hum of a distant lawnmower.
My vista, a swath of neatly cut grass with an island of brick ringed mulch, a small tree standing tall in its midst.
Two cars sit clean in the driveway which leads to a neat, carefully planned road. The neighbors American flag flutters in the gentle breeze as the Houston heat creeps towards a September high of 95.
I sip my coffee mainly to avoid a Saturday headache after a working week of dedicated caffeine consumption. There is peace.
But is there order? Wild uncertainty curtailed? Mostly illusional, but enough order to give some sense of control over the maelstrom of life.
The presentation of order around us can sometimes be enough. But still, we need God, who created order out of chaos, not once but now.
Oh how we need God.