Jackson Five Friday: Chopping Broccoli

Hey Friends,

Hope you’ve had a lovely week, and weren’t unjustly accused of serving broccoli every night. Because although the bulk bag from Costco, coupled with the fact that Sam thinks broccoli is yummy, may have caused me to over-serve it, I assure you it wasn’t every night.

But the accusation somehow made me think about the tree-like vegetable in a new way. I’ve had Dana Carvey’s Chopping Broccoli song running through my mind, and Lookout Mountain suddenly looks to me like a huge mound of broccoli.

Truly. Doesn’t it?

The other day I was walking this path, envisioning a human enlarged a hundred times over breaking off the tree tops and munching upon them, the mere mortals running around screaming, perhaps fleeing in terror like the microorganisms living on actual broccoli. You may be thinking, “Girl, you need a job. You’ve got way too much time on your hands if you are delving this deep about broccoli.” Seriously, it’s a little pathetic.

But anyway, isn’t it kind of amazing how scientists have developed stronger and better microscopes, but the findings are far from exhausted. It’s never, “Yep, this is as small as it goes.” Instead, we plunge the oceans and send people to the moon, while your fingernail holds infinite mysteries.

The complexity of the infinitesimal has to shake the faith of the atheist. It so clearly points to a Creator. Why would one choose to live without meaning and without reasonable explanations? I cannot relate. I get it that submission is hard. I get that people want to live the way they want to live. But I feel like the battle would be so tiresome, having to wake up every morning and have to fight off the best explanation for life all over again, having to tell yourself that as good as it sounds–that the Creator of the universe lovingly made you for a specific purpose –that it’s all random and meaningless. Day after day. Honestly, it sounds like hell. I’d much rather cling to the best explanation there is, even though it’s incomplete, even though this side of heaven some of my questions will never be answered. This side of heaven I will always need faith. Sometimes I will choose to believe. And I’ll never stop praying, “Lord, I believe, help my unbelief.” Mark 9:24.

So I don’t know how much broccoli you eat, but I hope it reminds you of God’s infinite creativity. And I hope when you spend time outside this weekend, that you see trees upon trees, all declaring the glory of God.

The heavens declare the glory of God, and the sky above proclaims his handiwork. Day to day pours out speech, and night to night reveals knowledge. There is no speech, nor are there words, whose voice is not heard. Their voice goes out through all the earth, and their words to the end of the world.

‭‭Psalms‬ ‭19:1-4‬ ‭ESV‬‬

With Love,


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