The inspiration for many of my blog posts comes to me during my morning walks, but I don’t always recognize it when it comes. That happened to me this morning, and through my experience I learned two important lessons.
Today I decided to vary my pace, speed walking for a few blocks, then slowing down before speeding up again, etc., and tried to think of the word to describe this type of exercise. As happens all too frequently these days, I couldn’t think of exactly the right word. I couldn’t remember the phrase interval training, but I could think of words with similar meanings, such as periodic. I pictured my brain as a computer, working hard to analyze and return search results, but with a bug in the works. We sometimes marvel at what computers can do, but seldom stop to consider the infinitely greater capacity of the human brain. While I had a temporary mental block for the exact word (probably due to worn out circuits), my brain recalled a wide variety of synonyms, pulling them up from a maze of memories and experiences created over more than half a century. That’s pretty impressive.
No one will ever convince me that such a marvel as human consciousness could have created itself from a series of random accidents.
Everything in creation contains a clue to the Creator. Like any great artist, He signed His work. People who are ignorant of the world of art may fail to recognize a great master’s name in the corner of a painting, but the experts can recognize the artist, even without a signature.
By the time I sat down at my desk I’d forgotten these insights from my walk, so I turned to my Bible for inspiration and stumbled upon Luke 19:40, Christ’s reference to the stones crying out, and my earlier inspiration came flooding back.
- Study the Master to recognize His work.
- God reveals Himself in His Word.