Rain in the wasteland

I was lost recently in the New Jersey "pine barrens." I pulled my car to the side of a little-trafficked road in order to read my mapquest backwards (Know what I mean?).

As I was parked, I happened to look out the window at the evergreens and underbrush and sandy soil. I wondered to myself I anyone had ever stopped exactly here and looked at this particular tree that my gaze alighted on. I ventured to guess that the answer was no: this tree had in all likelihood grown from seed to seedling to stately adulthood never having been admired by the human eye.

I though about the constellations of stars that have never been seen and never will be. The Atheist must draw the conclusion that that is an unconscionable waste of electric power! The Evolutionist must explain the embarrassing extravagance of God by positing millions of peopled planets beyond our telescope who must enjoy them.

What struck me was something about God's "unnecessary" love. He lavishes care on the flower not seen --- clothing it, watering it, sunning it, though it will never be beautiful for anyone but himself.

"Who has cleft a channel for the torrents of rain and a way for the thunderbolt, to bring rain on a land where no man is, on the desert in which there is no man, to satisfy the waste and desolate land….?" (Job 38:25-27)