Friday, August 13, 2010

Love - Guest Post by My Husband

It's my husband Brian's birthday.  In honor of this, I asked him if I could post what's below.  The family he's writing about here is the family I talked about yesterday.  Now, over to Brian:

I'm going to try not to muddle this up with too many words...

We spent some time camping with a wonderful family - the four of us adults have known each other since Bible College some 12-15 years ago. We have in common the struggles and joys of raising three exceptional and challenging children. It was nothing short of a blessing to spend time with them and I hope we can do so again soon.

Our two oldest boys enjoyed watching things burn in the campfire. On one occasion they tossed in both a large stack of paper, which I had set aside to start the fires, and a glass bottle to see what would happen to it in the heat. They watched the papers burn but had to wait until the next day to see the results of their experiment. Here's what remained after the other dad and I fished it out of the coals before dousing the fire...

Impressive, isn't it?

I've spent many long hours reading through the word of God (Bible) and it's largely been an academic and tedious exercise, rarely evoking any type of emotional response. It's a different story when God sends a message in a more direct and tangible fashion. In my opinion, there are some things that are just too statistically improbable to be considered the result of chance. Our existence on earth happens to be one of them. This bottle happens to be another. There is only one word visible through the charred, melted glass.

I can't say what the odds of such an occurrence are but I've seen and felt the heat of enough fires to remain unconvinced that this carries anything but the aroma of divine intervention. There is no other word that so succinctly summarizes the craving of the human soul - whether it be the poor saps on The Bachelorette looking for the one, the desire of the gay community in general, or the abused family member who insists on giving their abuser just one more chance.


It's the one redeeming quality of God's grand social experiment.

It's the only thing worth dying for.

It's the only thing worth living for.

- Brian

It really was amazing to see that one word written in the glass.  This picture almost doesn't do it justice because it was so clear and obvious.  Love.  Can you see it in the picture above?


  1. thanks for this Brian & Amanada for posting it. It really was so amazingly clear.

    Love it.