I have traveled a lot in my life, visiting four of the seven continents in my ventures. I remember a conversation in the 1980s, as a young man that I had with my then 70-something-year-old grandfather.
I remember telling grandpa that in order to fulfill his life, he needed to visit some exotic world locations in his golden years. I explained to him that there was so much of the world that he hadn’t seen and he didn’t know what he was missing. I expounded about all the different cultures, languages, and wonders of architecture that I has seen in different parts of the world, and offered to send him and my grandmother anywhere they wanted to go.
I further explained to him that besides his visit to a doctor’s office in Ft. Worth, 90 miles away, I had never seen him travel far from the county seat of Graham in Young County, Texas, which is but 25 miles deep and 25 miles wide. I assured him that there was much more to life than the confines of his small world. He smiled at me and said “Son, everything that I have ever needed to see is right here; all the people who I would ever want to talk to are right here. I built this house with my own hands and it has raised five children and a host of grandchildren, and it is an architecture of love that is greater to me than any wonder of the world.”
He softly spoke and said, “The Brazos River down the road fed my family during the depression when there was nothing to eat, and it is greater to me than any ocean or river in the world”. He continued saying “my small world, as you put it, is comprised of people who love me and have been by my side all my life; I have buried my parents here; have scratched, sacrificed, lost, and loved the friends here that I have spent a lifetime with, and this small world to me is so big that I could never experience it all”.
At the time, in the ignorance of my youth, I thought that he just didn’t get it. Looking back now, as my grandpa has passed on and I am in my 50’s, I am able to soak in the wisdom that he shared with me many years ago. I now realize that it is not world travel, seeing different cultures, or visiting the wonders of the world that constitutes the greatness of life in a man. Like my grandfather, Christ never traveled very far from the place of His birth. As an adult, Jesus never ventured more than about 90 miles from home. In the confines of His small world here on earth, Christ built an architectural wonder of grace in His blood that is the greatest the world has ever seen. That greatness is measured by His sacrifice of love spread in the area in which He lived, that was smaller than some counties here in Texas. The world that now He shares with us, His host of children, is so big that we could never experience it all. I have learned, like Jesus and Grandpa – “It’s a small world after all”. 🙂
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