I was less than enthused when my parents decided to venture to Las Vegas for a family vacation this week. I tried to mask my lack of discontent; but it didn’t exactly sound like my idea of fun and not really a place I wanted to visit.
I promised myself I’d seize this opportunity to test my patience. Yet, there I was a measly 20 minutes into our trip already being short with my parents over something stupid. I don’t know what it is about a family vacation that puts me on complete edge. I found myself angry at nothing and frustrated that I was angry. Oh the irony. It seems the people you love the most drive you the most crazy. I need to take some notes and work to be a slower to anger with my family.
Despite my onset of frustration and lack of excitement for the trip I ended up having a good time and learning some things. God decided to use my inner nerd to get my attention. The secret’s out now, but I really love museums. A lot. I got the chance to visit the Bodies exhibit, which I’d heard about from various friends who’d visited it during its brief stint in Texas. If you’re not familiar with the exhibit I’ll spare you my boring synopsis but it features actual human bodies to show the complex workings of our bodies.
A little creepy at first, but I was enthralled by the displays. I couldn’t help but stand and look at the intricate workings of each body. It’s simply crazy to believe we just came into being, and evolved into the complex beings we are. Everything in our bodies works together and compliments each other so perfectly. I love science as it allows me to appreciate the world around me, but God is what sets it all in motion, gives understanding and above all, purpose. I don’t for a second believe science can come close to explaining the vast workings of our Creator.
My favorite display was the miracle of life, showing a fetus at different stages of life, yes LIFE. The topic of abortion arose and how women can choose abortion during these stages. I simply stood there, marveling at the incredible depiction of life before me. At 12 weeks, you could see every tiny finger and toe of that child. Maybe I don’t get out much, but the pictures in my science books, documentaries, even pictures don’t seem to do justice to seeing each of these children before my very eyes and knowing that God knew who they were. He formed them. You could see the different arteries and the inner workings of the body even in the smallest fetus. Everything so small, yet perfectly placed.
Throughout the week I found myself berating the happenings around me, feeling uneasy that I was leaving to do missions work in a month and here I was smack dab in the middle of Sin City. I would come down for breakfast and find people glued to slot machines, many still drunk from the previous night, desperate for those lucky numbers.
I need a second glance
Give me a second chance
To see the way you’ve seen the people all along
Give me your eyes for just one second
Give me your eyes so I can see
Everything that I keep missing
Give me your love for humanity
Give me your arms for the broken hearted
The ones that are far beyond my reach
Give me you heart for the ones forgotten
Give me your eyes so I can see
I plead this will be more than words to a song, but my hearts desire. To truly see as Jesus does.
