One reason my dad liked his farm in central Indiana is because land is permanent, stable, immovable.
I’m reminded in contrast how temporary we really are.
The farm which we live on is beyond our wildest possible dream, one which we never intended.
But, I truly can’t say it’s ours and this photo shows why.
In this photo, I’m captured in a fraction of a second while opening the door of the barn.
The light reflected from the barn and land took a fraction of a second to reach the camera sensor. The barn itself goes back before the Civil War, beyond the ownership records we have for the property.
The combination of stacked photos creating the star trails capture about half an hour of light (combination of eighty photos each twenty seconds long). The lights from these stars took billions of years to reach the camera sensor. The time and space that this represents is incomprehensible to mankind- but not to our Heavenly Father.
My life is a flash in the pan. My name might be on the barn, but it replaced someone else’s that was before it. Maybe my descendants will put their name on it- maybe not. I simply pray that we can be good stewards of it for the moment He’s given, and reflect His light while on this earth.
I am nothing, which is good because it’s not about me.
“All men are like grass, and all their glory is like the flowers of the field. The grass withers and the flowers fall, because the breath of the Lord blows on them.
Surely the people are grass. The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of our God stands forever.” Isaiah 40:6–8
Shema!
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