A large red arch hovers over the Amphitheater construction site this morning pumping concrete into several future foundation locations. It causes one to ponder why concrete must move up forty feet to fall forty feet before dropping six feet into the ground. It would seem like going directly into the hole might be a more efficient and economical way of delivering the product needed for the solution. However, there are obviously properties at play here that we do not understand.
Sometimes we must simply have faith that there are answers we are not always meant to understand.
I find this to be true in many instances in life. You are presented with an interesting or unexpected condition where the solution seems to be a simple and obvious one upon first glance, but upon further investigation you learn that you might not know as much as you think you know. A law of physics, man or God gives you reason to pause.
It turns out that it’s actually faster, and more economical to use the large articulating boom arm of a concrete pump than a traditional on site mix station or mixing transport truck. With the boom they can reach any specific point within a radius of the arm, which looks to be in excess of one hundred feet long from where I’m sitting. On a site like ours, where there are multiple trades, multiple contractors and several different individual projects all working at the same time, the best solution is the one that at first seems unconventional, but is actually the industry standard.
Orthodoxy is an interesting phenomenon in our daily experience. A pastor of mine once told a story of a mother that sliced the ends off of a ham before she cooked it for a family holiday. When questioned by her young daughter why she did it, she answered, “Because that was the way I was taught!” This question rolled over to an aunt, up to a grandmother and finally landed in the great-grandmother’s lap. Each answer had been the same until that final ask, where the young girl’s great-grandmother responded, “So it would fit in the pan.”
I was hit again on Monday with another instance of misunderstanding when I lost one of my grandfathers. He was a humble and hardworking man that always took on problems with his head up and a look of curiosity in his eye. The moment after he left us we all looked around the room at one another in silence, and you could see the question of “why” floating in the air. Sometimes we must simply have faith that there are answers we are not always meant to understand.
So, no matter the oddity, irregularity or unfamiliar let’s all face the unusual with our head up, a smile on our face and curious spirit because however obvious the answer might be, you might not know what you think you know.