The Smell of Vanilla

Judges 1-3

Joshua dies, Israel fights their enemies and they all “forget the Lord.” 3:7.  That was quick!  As I mentioned yesterday, it only takes one generation to forget God and each turn to his own way.  Artists are normally not prone to forget God.  That’s our realm.  We find great meaning in the sunset, the line where the sky meets the ocean, the taste of honeysuckle and the smell of vanilla.  We marvel and cherish love, revel in the cosmic feel of touching; the color of moss makes us smile and kissing is a gift from the Highest Heaven.  Squirrels and butterflies catch our fancy; trail bends always hold great mysteries and we can’t help touching fur coats.  The fact that there are artists aruges against the theory of evolution.  While our ancestors were out hunting, we were rubbing smooth river stones and wishing on the first star we saw at night.  Artists would have been bred out eons ago in a “physical survival of the fittest struggle.”  Forget God?  How can we, when His proof is as close as the nearest rose or gentle curve of our wife’s neck.  Forget God? That’s laughable!!!