I haven't written much in the last few weeks.
Last night, when I came home from work, I was greeted with this stunning, orphic sunset.
Photography hasn't been my strong suit as of late. Our winter here in Southern and Eastern Oregon has been quite mild and dry, which doesn't really (for me anyways) inspire inspiration for photography, much less producing spectacular sunsets. I have always thought the sharp cold and pale snow has a hand in producing such natural entertainments, but I was wrong.
As I write this, an allegory comes to mind: Too often we expect grand results from extraordinary things, what we don't look for is the simplicity of an exhibition in the most seemingly typical and quaint affairs. God works in many ways as it is described above. We think that since He is Lord of the Universe and King of all Kings, that His actions are effected on a grand scale. It is natural for us to assume this. God can show His goodness and power by way of a simple sunset, which I like to say, "His Handwriting in the sky."
These sunsets of His, an elaborate poster of His majesty and simplicity, gives me immense delight in knowing that He is always there, even in places we don't think of.