Sight Lines

As the forklift dropped the compressor on the pick-up bed we were confident.  Deep blue metallic truck, bright red compressor with its dual stage compressor, and a fine sunny afternoon.  Safety lines were ready.  We were safe and responsible.  What we saw we handled.  If only we realized we were partially blind.
 
Initially the process went extremely well.  The pick-ups blocking us in moved without fuss.  The local roads were relatively traffic free.  Yet my senses told me something wasn’t quite right.
 
As I looked back at the compressor and the traffic, the weakness in our straps became obvious.  We anticipated sudden acceleration, but what if we stopped in a hurry?  How would, could the compressor stay standing?  I vocalized my fear but did nothing.  Even in hindsight I don’t know what we could have done at this point.
 
Our progress on Lagonia finally came to an end.  The car in front of us slowed to a stop and waited until there was a space in which to turn right.  As we gradually slowed for the same corner there was no indication of a potential disaster.  The first indication was an extremely loud bang on the roof matched with the explosion of a rear window into thousands of small bits flying everywhere!  The compressor was on the roof, Mitchell and Mario were ducking to keep their heads out of the roof and away from the compressor.  Everyone was in a state of shock.  The answer of what do to next was answered as the compressor slid off the roof and slammed into the truck’s bed.
 
We had looked halfway, seen what we saw, and missed at least half the story.
 
I’m not that different with God.  Far too often I need the warning; “You have everything backwards!  You treat the potter as a lump of clay.  Does a book say to its author, ‘He didn't write a word of me’?  Does a meal say to the woman who cooked it, ‘She had nothing to do with this’?”  (Isaiah 29.16) 
 
Open the eyes, see the whole.