Eight passenger rental car, driver that doesn’t speak English, crazy driving, off-roading due to 1-Traffic or 2-closed roads, green fields, beautiful trees, many peacocks, and goats were seen out car windows as we drove on dirt roads, overcast sky, driving on the wrong side of the road against traffic, “country people”, street vendors, a stop for chai, crossed state lines into Agre, horse rickshaw ride for the last kilometer of our five hour journey to our day's destination: The Taj Mahal. After going through security we walked through a beautiful arch way only for the Verizon to unveil the Taj Mahal, as we walked closer. I had never seen a building so beautiful before: the symmetry was breath-taking, marble covered the floors and walls. As I stood there I asked the others to pinch me, “Is this real?”
Humans are created in the image of God and can also express some of that creativity that ultimately glorifies Him, although it is not seen that way by many. Unfortunately, many beautiful things become big distractions, called idols. Through these big eyes of mine, and I say big, because God gave me big eyes; by His grace I see it this way: Seeing beauty in created things brings my praise not to the created things themselves, but to my creator in heaven, who holds the most creativity of all. Seeing a place so beautiful and walking barefoot made me look forward to heaven all the more. Gates made with pearl and streets with gold so pure that it is translucent. No sin that separates, and forever in the presence of the King most High. The Taj Mahal in structure and beauty is the closet to heaven that the unbelievers that surrounded us in crowds there will ever see, unless God changes their hearts. Why did He change my heart? He is so gracious and the way I can answer that is because He wanted to, because He loves me, and because He wants His glory to be seen. It is such a privilege to be used by God!
P.S. I guess it wasn't my time to go to heaven yet, because with all the craziness, I made it back to Delhi safely!
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