Being human - living miniature lives

I'm on the train now, reading David's (discussion group leader during the recent baptist youth camp) note about being gripped by the gospel. He questioned if we really had any tangible takeaways from the camp.

Pondering this, an realization came to me. Looking at the vermillion evening rays that bathed the scene framed by the window, I don't think it is just to credit the beauty to just nature. Surely be there must be a higher being, God, who planned for this.

Looking at all the commuters around me, I wonder how much of this world I am experiencing now. I think my knowledge of everything will never even be a fraction of what the world offers, since there are so many other people around me, such that my presence might not be necessary for the world to continue turning. Even if I suppose that I am slightly better than some, what difference would it make? The uncle selling noodles downstairs probably wouldn't give a damn if I graduated med school with honors, or if I failed a test.

My main takeaway would definitely be the awareness that I'm nothing much, and my worries could easily be brushed off if I submit myself to the plan of the higher God that determines the fate of all. With this awareness of our miniature existences, I think Christians and non Christians will both be able to live a life that is not plagued by worry and trepidation.