Some might think it's unfair to compare creating a blog from scratch to creating, uh, creation from scratch but I think it's harder. For one thing I have a ton of restrictions and limitations hemming in my creativity. God didn't have to deal with any pop-up windows saying "those dinosaurs cannot be placed here as they will freeze and die out during the ice ages. You must first reconfigure either their ability to maintain their own internal temperatures or recalibrate the planetary climate range..." No, He just put down the this-a-saurus here and the that-a-saurus there and walked away. If it didn't work out that was their hard luck (ending up as gasoline-a-saruses). By then He had moved on to his new hobby of landscaping, garden design and overy restrictive regulations on fruit consumption.
I'll get no such free pass and will instead have to endure comparisons to any number of other blogs, vlogs and internet offerings. Somebody is sure to comment that I'm not as funny as that site with pictures of tiny kittens in hats, or even tinier kittens in tea cups or yet tinier hat-wearing tea cups inside kittens (?) or whatever the thinking-challenged find funny these days when Jersey Shore isn't on.
On the other hand whatever God made had to be considered great because there was nothing to compare it to. It demanded worship based on its unprecedentedness alone. Kind of like the awe Henry Ford must have basked in when he rolled out the Model-T. Do you know what that car was like? No power steering, you had to crank it from the front to get it to start, top speed of 18mph, engine smoke blew right into the front seat, no radio, CD player, air conditioning, windshield wipers, power anything... yet with nothing to compare it to it was considered a chariot of the gods. You couldn't give a car like that away today; not even a one-legged shoeless convict in the midst of a prison break would take it. "No thanks, I'll just hop."
On the other hand whatever God made had to be considered great because there was nothing to compare it to. It demanded worship based on its unprecedentedness alone. Kind of like the awe Henry Ford must have basked in when he rolled out the Model-T. Do you know what that car was like? No power steering, you had to crank it from the front to get it to start, top speed of 18mph, engine smoke blew right into the front seat, no radio, CD player, air conditioning, windshield wipers, power anything... yet with nothing to compare it to it was considered a chariot of the gods. You couldn't give a car like that away today; not even a one-legged shoeless convict in the midst of a prison break would take it. "No thanks, I'll just hop."
That's what brought about this blog. I want to tell all of you, and humbly suggest to Him if He's reading, about all the upgrades and fixes I'd bring to this Model-T of a world to make it into the butterfly-doored pewter Maserati of a world I think it could still be molded into -If I were God.
