surveying

it's fun being reminded of the gospel in random and unexpected ways.

i drove into work yesterday morning and these surveyors had lodged themselves in my parking spot--(well, the spots aren't really assigned, i just park there normally... and it seems i've inadvertently become territorial. hm.)  i collected my things and thought about how surveying looks like it would be a cool job. they get to wear helmets and use those tripod things and carry radios and look important. actually, any job that uses special equipment seems fun to me. ( man, i've really gotten off on a tangent!)

right. so... i'm watching the surveyors do their thing, when that old hymn by isaac watts pops into my head: "When I Survey the Wondrous Cross".  i really thought about the word 'survey'... what would it look like to 'survey' the cross? to take it in from all different angles and to figure out the scale of every other thing in comparison to the measure of the cross?

whoa, theology! the lyrics had such a new and vibrant meaning for me. my troubles are dwarfed at the foot of the cross. my pride, which i'm so apt to jealously guard, suddenly becomes worth so little. the work of Christ silences me in the middle of my inner complaints.

See from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

a break in my heart's restlessness at approximately 8:47am on a monday morning. and i walked on a cloud to my office.