RRX lamps

If I only saw RRX lamps through the windows of the train, and never from the street or sidewalk nearby,I would think the lights are always blinking, and the gates are always down.

 

I wouldn’t know any better because that’s all that I would see…

 

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Picture a plane… where is it?

 

Picture a water fountain (the kind you drink from)… is it on?

 

Picture a fire place… is there fire in it?

 

How interesting it is that we name and identify these things for what they do, even though the vast majority of their existence is spent not doing it.  The water fountain’s water is rarely flowing, and yet a “fountain” it remains.  In the case of these objects, their function is their identity, now matter how infrequently they are caught in the act of performing them.  They are identified by what they do, and as a result, the inanimacy of the rest of their existence is inconsequential.

 

Now, I ask you, Picture yourself.

 

Where are you?

 

What are you doing?

 

What are you saying?

 

What expression is on your face?

 

What, if anything, is in your hand?

 

What is on your mind?

 

Do you have an accurate perspective of who you are, or are you just looking through windows on a train?

 

Is it possible that there is more to you than your perspective allows you to see?

More to your identity…more to your name?

 

How might God see you, how does God name you?

 

What are you doing?  And…is that who you are?

 

Who are you?

 

Who are you?