God's Other People

The main reason why I love being a passenger of any car going through loop 101 is the line of trees found along the interstate. My mother and I were driving through a different main road from a wedding, when I had realized that the trees were enchanting to look at. I realized then that the crowd of trees in line throughout the interstate 101 were even more beautiful and mesmerizing to look at.

They are just like people. Old and young. Careworn and blooming. Tall and short. Thin and Fat. Some trees stood haughty and mighty, while others were fragile, frightened, and vulnerable. There are lovers with their caressing branches, parents and children caught in tender affection, and silly friends clasping hands together. And of course, there are the ones that commanded loyal servitude, that sneered at other trees' misfortunes, that fiercely stood in its place with an oppressive charm.

And I wonder. How many other passengers can see the same faces of humanity in these trees? How many other are appreciative of the simple pleasure these green-dwellers provide for us? And truly, how many of us are sincerely grateful to God for giving us the lives we have, simply being able to witness a few of God's creative works?

When we were young, we capture these trees through our imaginations. Sticks of brown and Whirlpools of green. Dots of other bright colors here and there. When we get older, we learn how trees are alive. We learn that just like us, they too, are living. But how many of us understand that they are people too?

God didn't just gave us the raw materials for some of our basic needs, but He gave both of our kind--people and trees alike--something more deeper to relate to with each other. Something that was only made possible through Him, the Creator of us all.

And so through my days of silent fascination and reverence, I had continued to learn more, from the few population of graceful trees in loop 101, of God's love, grace, and beauty.