Why I can’t ever love the city…
I am currently living in a large city and, as my friends can attest to, do not really plan on staying any longer than needed. It is a deeply rooted urge to leave the city and find myself a nice plot of land and enjoy it, but I am not sure why. The following became apparent to me as I was riding the escalator up from the metro:
The Bible tells us that the heavens are telling the glory of God, as well as that God values even the grass which is here today and gone tomorrow; when I look around me, all I see is gray buildings declaring the pride of man and ignorance towards the beauty of that which we have not ourselves made.