Last week I had the priveledge of spending time in Paris, France. It was my first time out of the country. I went with a band and we got to play music for a hundred or so people. I was under the impression that we might play for a bigger crowd...I wasn't dissapointed, but I kind of felt unimportant.
We walked around a lot. We saw some buildings that we hundreds of years old. I stood next to them. Touched them. I didn't think it would be that big of a deal, but I was wrong. It made me feel really small in comparison to history.
In Paris there are 12 million people. I was only one 12 millionth of the population. That seems kind of insignificant doesn't it?
So what does it all mean? Was I depressed the whole time I was there? No way. It's Paris, France for crying out loud. It was awesome! It's great to be reminded of the reality that the world didn't begin when I was born, people's destiny is NOT hanging on me or my gifts, and there are so many types of people out there are that are so different than me. Those are all great things. It's good to remember that we are insignificant sometimes because it can get our head out of the clouds and planted firmly on God's green earth. And it reminds us of who really is big. And if that Big Thing is for us than it doesn't matter how small we are.
I feel bad for the people that think they're big. Life can only be a struggle against reality...that's not a battle I want to take on.
