When I was a kid, The Greek Village became my family’s favorite Friday night dining spot. The restaurant’s outside looked Greek, adorned with faux Corinthian columns and statues of Aphrodite, but inside the décor was sort of Early-African Eclectic. Bamboo panels covered the walls. Ceiling lights with half coconut lampshades dangled above oversized leather booths, and shrunken heads stared out at us from curio cabinets near a big Wurlitzer jukebox. I’m still curious about all those little heads with their black, beady eyes. Were they real? The décor seemed odd, but the food tasted great—American-style, by the way—and God was there! At the Greek Village God taught me that things are not always as they seem. You have to look beyond the exterior and examine what’s in the heart.
You see, from the time we’re born God is in all the subtle details of our lives constantly teaching us about Himself and the world.
After dinner at The Greek Village, we sometimes stopped at Kiddieland. Its kitschy flashing neon sign and long strings of amber light bulbs made everyone’s faces look jaundiced. Kids squealed spinning around in little cars, fire engines, and planes. A yellow train on rickety tracks hauled passengers around the park while The Skaters’ Waltz blared from the merry-go-round. And at Kiddieland, a spotted pony broke away from its hitch and took off running with me on its back. I wasn’t afraid, though, because God was there, too, teaching me that fear happens when people push Trust out of their lives.
Our final stop on the way home from The Greek Village was Mrs. Duchman’s popcorn wagon. Her caramel corn was a perfect mix of salty and sweet. And God was in that old Model AA Ford truck parked in front of Mrs. Duchman’s house. He was in Mrs. Duchman’s smile and her kindness, especially toward children. He was in the saltiness and sweetness of her popcorn, teaching me to taste life. Sometimes when I read Psalm 34:8, I remember Mrs. Duchman’s popcorn wagon. “Taste and see that the LORD is good. Oh, the joys of those who take refuge in him!” (NLT)
Yes. God is in all the little details of our lives. He knew us before we were conceived. He knit us together in our mother’s wombs. He knows how many hairs are on our heads. He knows the plans for our lives, our career paths, whom or if we will marry, how many children we will have, and how many grandchildren. He knows the names of everyone who has, does, and will ever live on Earth. He knows every tiny detail of their lives. Whether we are children, middle aged, or elderly, God is in the details waiting to show us about Himself and the world.
So, will you look for God in the details today? He’s there and eager to teach you. Will you open your eyes to see Him? Open your heart, and see what He has to offer you.
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