We stood in awe amid the brilliant maples while listening to the roar of plummeting waterfalls. I wondered how anyone could choose to live in a zone where there was no changing of seasons. But, that is a point of view.
I was filling my gas tank at a station in Dansville, New York, and commented to the owner about how wonderful it must be to have this kind of beauty every year. His response was, "I don't see the colors that way. I know when the trees begin to change it is only a few days before another long, cold, hard winter!" It was a matter of perspective.
Those deprived of opportunities often pursue them with a passion, while those on whom such things are lavished may despise them. That which is common is never as enticing as that which is rare or just out of reach. The old saying is far too true, "The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence."
I wonder if this is not also the explanation for many who find it so difficult to be active in the gatherings of the church? In many of the missions with whom I correspond, they report instances of people walking many miles just to be able to meet with fellow Christians. Sadly, here where transportation is the best in the world and few of us ever wonder where our next meal is coming from, we are reluctant to meet. In fact, it seems that many only come out of habit or guilt. Somewhere they have been taught their motivation is that they must go to church and take communion or go to hell. So, they manage to make the morning service, not because they look forward to the fellowship with other believers, but to be absolved for one more week. It is a matter of perspective.
I wish with all my heart that the family of God would burn with that same anticipation! I wonder if some will find it burdensome to think of an eternity with all those boring church people in heaven? I guess it is a matter of perspective!