Katdish seems to think I’m full of time and so she keeps recommending books on her blog that sound really good. The latest is The Jumbo Shrimp Gospel. The book sounds great and it lines up with the kind of paradox that I was thinking about while walking among the giants.
Our third day in California we awoke on the edge of Humboldt state park, which is a giant sequoia forest. These are “costal redwoods” that are known to be the tallest of the redwoods. Others are wider but not as tall. I had seen many pictures in the past but there is no way to grasp just how tall these trees are until you are there. The problem is that they are so big you cannot put them in perspective on film. Other trees just aren’t tall enough to show off the towering nature of these giants.
Yet, walking among the tallest living things on this planet I am struck that they are not the giants they pretend to be. Many times in the Old Testament it refers to the great northern cedars. I imagine they much be something like these behemoth trees.
The voice of the LORD breaks the cedars;
the LORD breaks in pieces the cedars of Lebanon
Imagine that. As I stood among the tallest trees and saw the damage they had weathered I wondered at the voice that can break those trees into pieces is the same voice that spoke life into me and called me good. The same voice that called out to me in the dark places and speaks softly to me every day. The same voice that I ignore all to often.
Like I said, you can’t get the magnitude of these trees that are well over 200′ above me.
Yeah so please remember I’m over 6′ tall. That is as good as I can get for perspective. Not an easy tree to fell.
So I’m thinking that the classic car in the tree is as close as I can get to demonstrating just how big these trees really are.