Peeping through my keyhole I see within the range of only about thirty percent of the light that comes from the sun; the rest is infrared and some little ultraviolet, perfectly apparent to many animals, but invisible to me. A nightmare network of ganglia, charged and firing without my knowledge, cuts and splices what I do see, editing it for my brain. Donald E. Carr points out that the sense impressions of one-celled animals are not edited for the brain: "This is philosophically interesting in a rather mournful way, since it means that only the simplest animals perceive the universe as it is."
Pilgrim at Tinker Creek
Annie Dillard
We are on the verge of drastic life changes. At this point they are potential, but they are big potentials. I find myself wanting to hold back for fear. How much sacrifice do we make when it feels as though God is calling us?
My soul is warring with what is right and what the world has taught me. The parts of me that want to say no, say no for purely financial, and comfort reasons. Then I think about perspective, and wonder how little I see. I see so well the materialistic things in my life. I like the idea of having a house to grow old in. What if God calls me to give it up? Can I? even in the midst of losing a huge comfort in my life? Every part of me that wants to say yes knows that it is a chance for my husband and me to better use our gifts, to better serve, and to start something that has been brewing for years. Something we believe in. I sit and realize that ‘Yes, God can use the moneyless just as easily as the rich.’
I listen in silence as my inner being tries to shake the world off, desperately trying to see what my perspective won't let me. And I think that, perhaps God will call us to do crazy things and the people whom we love will smile, shake their heads and call us crazy. I will take risk over comfort knowing that my vision is always worlds too small to know what God’s plans are. I don’t want to end my life saying, ‘I played it safe’.
