The Insignificant Niagara Falls
Our World Changers trip started with a jaunt up the coast of Lake Eerie and eventually brought us to the borders of the Niagara Falls. We had to stay on the American side of the falls because of the new restrictions that require passports for individuals crossing over the Canadian border. That wasn’t really an issue as we really wanted to watch the fireworks as the main attraction over the falls themselves.
At least, that is what we were thinking on the drive up. Those thoughts kind of change when you see the plume of mist that rises up from the falls and announces the presence of something unusual on the horizon.
I have been to the falls on several occasions and much prefer the Canadian side to the American side as it affords a much better view of the main horseshoe. As I stood there on Friday, July 3rd on the American side, I couldn’t help but become introspective at the sheer power of the water falling over the edge of the cliff and arriving noisily in the basin below. It is simply magnificent.
It encompasses all of the senses. The roar reverberates in the ears and thrums against the body like a massive bass drum. The mist falls as a chilly blanket across any part of the skin left exposed and allows for a subtle aroma and taste of the falls itself. Even though the eye can see what is occurring, it is difficult to comprehend the amount of water that is falling every second of every minute of every hour of every day across that precipice.
It is so easy to feel insignificant in the audience of such splendor. And yet, given to contemplation, we can realize that the falls become insignificant in the greater picture of creation. All of the water that has made the Niagara falls from the time they were set in motion are not even a drop of sweat from the brow of God.
Drive just an hour away and they are all but forgotten as they are not readily apparent. Distance destroys the affect of their power.
When the fireworks were finally set off, they were a disappointment as the man-made explosions of color could not compete with the insignificance of the natural creation on display. What a great reminder for the group of people on their way to New York to bring God Glory.
No matter how much siding, roofing, or paint we were going to apply to houses that were in much need of attention, those man-made works were going to pale in comparison to the eternal beauty of love at work. Just as the fireworks were limited and finally cleared from the sky while the falls continued to thunder on and on, the work of our hands will one day fall in disrepair while the love at work has been moving from the beginning of time and will continue to echo across eternity.
And what a cool thought it is to realize that our love pales in comparison to the Love that God displayed through the sacrifice of His Son… just as the falls become insignificant in light of all of creation.