Windmills

Like Mac Davis I watched Lubbock disappear in the rear view mirror. I drove US 84 South, descended off the Caprock and followed the rolling plains until I spied the most remarkable sight. Windmill after windmill, they went on and on, as far as the eye could see and then some. It was like an army of wind machines. I conjured up the thought of battalions of solders with their blades glistening in the sun under a crystal clear blue sky. They all turned in lock step rotation. I was drawn into this vision like Don Quixote in one of his delusional dreams. I marveled at the size and number…it was mind-boggling. One lone mill stood perfectly still…blades feathered into the wind…as if not to be noticed by my ongoing charge. Mile after mile I was in awe of the spectacle, the spectacle of nothing but wind driven generators.

I couldn’t help but wonder how they all turned at the same synchronous speed, regardless of the wind’s speed. How did they know to constantly adjust the pitch of the blades in order for each individual generator to make 60 cycles per minute alternating current? How did they know how to match the highs and lows, the positives and negatives of their sine waves to that of the grid? Just who and how made all this possible? To think the human brain figured this all out…absolutely astounded me.

Yet this is nothing compared to God’s brain and ability to make stuff…stuff that works. He made me…he made my brain…he made the brains and the hands that made these wind machines. That’s amazing! I can hardly wait to see the face of God growing nearer and dearer as the vision gets clearer and clearer in my dreams.

Thank you, God, for a wonderful road trip.
Thank you for making me.
Thank you for giving me the brains to recognize You.
Amen