Regrettably, I didn’t get a pic of the pre-construction scene in a nearby rivulet dredging/reshaping project. The first real activity this year is what I caught on camera. The following is what I would label FUTILITY, PHASE ONE:
. . . and FUTILITY, PHASE TWO:
FUTILITY, PHASE THREE, in particular — the building up of banks with rock — required gargantuan effort and made some tornadic noise:
I missed photographing PHASE FOUR and who knows if there is a PHASE FIVE or other ill-conceived sub-projects. During the past three summers, I’ve been amused at the futility of this governmentally contracted effort to change and/or control the river’s course. Nothing has worked so far. I’m not sure what their goal is, but it wasn’t being met, the last time I checked. As a personable, longtime local resident/businessman remarked, the river will do what it wants to do. The forces of God’s nature are pretty strong!
Come to think of it, it’s pretty futile to fight against anything God does, as Saul discovered rather dramatically, and as the psalmist attested.
About noon, O king, as I was on the road, I saw a light from heaven, brighter than the sun, blazing around me and my companions. We all fell to the ground, and I heard a voice saying to me in Aramaic, ‘Saul, Saul, why do you persecute me? It is hard for you to kick against the goads.’ (Acts 26)
Where can I go from your Spirit?
Where can I flee from your presence?
If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
if I settle on the far side of the sea,
even there your hand will guide me,
your right hand will hold me fast. (Psalm 139)