I had the recent pleasure of being a guest at the local hospital. It wasn't a planned stayed nor welcomed, but needed nonetheless. About the time I was feeling better I was doing everything I could to get medically released.

The medical staff requested that I walk around the floor I was staying on a few times to make sure I had the strength to be released. Like an 90 year old man I grabbed my wife's hand and slowly set off for a couple laps.

Being on the 16th floor of the hospital gave us some wonderful views of our fair city. I could see where we live, the beautiful downtown buildings, and the tree tops that seem to coat the city as it sprawls out.

Another window provided an entirely different view. From this window I could see where the hospital gathered it's trash. For most people driving by this area they would simply see a building and a fence, but being 16 floors high gave me a different perspective.

Now I'm not sure if Texas grows larger than normal pigeons or not, but I could clearly see several pigeons walking on the ground looking for food from this trash area. With the pigeons was a man who was doing some sort of work. I was looking straight down at him, seeing mainly his head and shoulders. His body was hidden from my view so it just seemed that his head and shoulders were walking around doing work.

It was interesting to see a man and pigeons seem to be almost the same size. In fact, because I could only see his head and shoulders there wasn't much difference between him and the pigeons. If I had to assign value based on size, the man wouldn't have been any more valuable than the pigeons. I was kind of struck with fear when I thought of that. Because if I am only 16 floors from the ground and mankind already begins to lose his worth from this perspective, what do we look like to God from His perspective?

I began fighting these thoughts proving to myself that we were valuable to God. Jesus was my proof of our value.

But then I looked back down and that man again seemed to be just as equally worthless as those pigeons. I had to be honest with my self - what would that man look like when compared to the universe? A dot? A speck? Whatever is smaller than a speck is what man would appear to God. This was scary to me.

I walked away from the window processing all this information. It just didn't make sense in my mind for God to love men and women so much that He gave His Son to die. Nope not much sense at all. Yes I'm grateful that He found value in us, because I certainly couldn't find any from my 16th floor window.

Honestly, it still doesn't make much sense. If you are looking for a wonderful awe-inspiring ending you won't find it here, because we really aren't that great and certainly not worthy to be saved.

Yet He does find us valuable, even more valuable then pigeons. For that I will rejoice.