time to appreciate the stars

i do not remember the exact words, but with a few revisions, a story i once heard from Bo Sanchez goes like this:

a couple once climbed a mountain and camped there for a night. at around 11.45pm, the husband gently shook his wife’s shoulders and said,

“honey, open your eyes,”

the wife, still half asleep, reluctantly did.

and then the husband asked, “what do you see?”

the wife, trying to focus on what her husband wanted her to do, said,

“i see stars,”

“because?” the husband prodded.

“spiritually speaking, God is such a magnificent god to create all these wonders in the sky.”

“and what else?”

“astronomically, the scientists think that the universe is infinite and what you see is just a tiny dot in the whole creation, and it’s beautiful.”

“yes?” the husband was starting to lose his patience.

“astrologically speaking, them witches think our lives are already written in those tiny twinkling widgets up in the sky. it is so interesting.”

“any other smart observation, honey?” the husband insisted.

“well, for me, i think the stars mean that it’s not going to rain tonight, and we can enjoy the rest of the night together.” the wife smiled.

the husband, who lost his temper, said “honey, what’s wrong with you?! you didn’t even notice that you can see the stars because somebody stole our tent!”

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some times, we have to lose our “tents” in order to appreciate the works of God.

i lost several of mine. :)