We live at the top end of the Park of the Nations just next to the Vasco da Gama Bridge. If you walk under the bridge you come across a wide expanse of wilderness.
I think it is earmarked for a Golf Course in the grand scheme of things. But right now with spring almost on us it looks magnificent. A glorious swathe of cowslip or buttercups or mustard or whatever those yellow flowers in the photo are. Botany never was my strongest subject. And this morning, walking there, there was a riot not only of colour but also of sound, as the grassland came alive with pipits and finches, stonechats and redstarts. Pity is, the wilderness is closed off to the public so you can’t walk through it, only enjoy it through a cross linked fence.
Then you turn around 180ยบ from this vista, and the magnificent sweep of the bridge comes into view, and beyond it stretches the city. In one direction Chaotic Order – the wonderful natural kaleidoscope of God’s workmanship that is so incredibly ordered in every microscopic way but also so marvellously random to the casual observer. Look in the other direction and Ordered Chaos - man’s efforts to bring order and symmetry to his otherwise chaotic world. Because, beneath and beyond the concrete and steel and under the hum of the traffic and the roar from Lisbon airport, lie tired souls and aching hearts broken by lies and deceit, frustrated by unfulfilled promises, trying to make some sense out of an often meaningless world, longing to find hope and a purpose in the chaos.
God entered into chaos once, and said “Let there be Light”
God entered into chaos a second time, and said “This is My Beloved Son. Hear Him.”
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