Looking For Someone To Worship

Randomness is a scary.  It is raining in the dark this morning.  There is nothing to account for light and dry no more than for dark and rain.  It could just as well be either or neither.  Randomness never seems to apply in our hearts, we expect it to be light and to rain, to be sunny and to be dark and we expect it to be regular.  It is like we expect to be cared for in the most fundamental and profound ways.  Where does this expectation come from?  One certainty is true, gratefulness would be applicable but in my heart, something so good as rain requires Someone to Worship.

Art and beauty always requires us to at least
think about worship and gratefulness.