jazz

I picked up some wind chimes for the front porch. One set is a six-tube, double striker chime. The other is a set of temple bells. I sit out front and read or think, and if there's a breeze, I have music. It struck me that the music of the chimes sounds like some crazy free-jazz...random and intricate and beautiful. Today, sitting outside, it dawned on me that the wind that drives the chimes is not random. God's hand or breath or thought drives the wind that drives the chimes...creates the music. Then I thought about how God's hand or breath or thought that drives the wind also drives the clouds in their ever-changing and ultimately creative artistry. The wind turns the leaves that catch the sun and casts the shadows in just the right way. It goes on and on like that. Nothing is random. Everything is engineered perfectly.