I've already let you know I'm not a science chick. Well, I'm not a numbers girl either. Nothing terrified me more in 5th grade than my own personal nemesis -- long division board races. But these numbers, these numbers I'm about to write down...they grabbed my attention.
Francis Chan was alluding to the brevity of our lives in his book, Crazy Love when he mentions, "Throughout time, somewhere between forty-five billion and one hundred twenty-five billion people have lived on this earth." And then, just for fun he wrote the number out, "That's 125,000,000,000."
So what do you make of that? Are we merely dust in the wind? People to be forgotten? Or are we unique and intentionally crafted vessels for God to use?
I'm sure you have an opinion. I do and if you've been reading my blog at all, you've learned I'm not too bashful to share it.
I think we are both. I think we are dust, living for only a speck on the timeline of all life and living beings. But I also think we have purpose and we have influence and we are a design like no other.
How do you respond to the enormity of those numbers (and what about the gap in between)?
Are we dust or design? Or are we both?