Forsyth Thoughts

Mystery is a great embarrassment to the modern mind. -Flannery O'Connor

I love visiting public places, like parks, because you never can guess at what visual spectacles await your visit. In downtown Savannah, Forsyth Park is the largest park, with a large, ornate fountain spitting streams of water in all directions. It's on all the Savannah post cards. We walk by this fountain and notice where a wedding is set-up and about to take place off to one side. We bring a picnic lunch with us and we walk away from the fountain, passing some wedding guests dressed in suits.

As we park ourselves on a low ledge to munch on our sandwiches, we scope out a big, black man who looks like a former football player, wearing a NC jersey but also holding onto the leashes of two very prissy looking Yorkies. Certainly an interesting contradiction before us. We saw a group of trendy SCAD Art students taking photos of each other by a tree. Nearby, some little children were playing with a ball that looked like a watermelon. A very large black man rode by us on his bike, which was creaking either from age or his weight.   We passed by two Jewish men sitting on a bench in conversation. An old man in workout clothes was using a bench to stretch his calves.

Whenever I am in an atmosphere to observe people, I am reminded how diverse and unique we all are, and how that is a beautiful thing. We may not understand the other people, and that's ok. God meant for us all to be different for a reason.

God's creativity.
Surely we could not have ever dreamed of such diversity among all people. Hanging out at a park, for me, is more evidence of God's fingerprints on our everyday.