Another environmental mystery

There are many mysteries of the earth that truly puzzle me. Recently, I heard about a documentary featuring former Vice-President Al Gore. It's apparently a semi-educational video about environmental issues, and among them is the topic of global warming. I am not as concerned about that as I am about pollen. In recent years, I have noticed that at different times of the year, namely spring and fall, the pollen in the air is so thick that it settles upon my vehicle in a layer thick enough to write clearly visible messages on the vehicle. Much the same as I remember the vehicles having thick coatings of dust during the summer from travel on gravel roads--most of which have been paved, or at least chip-and-sealed these days.

It concerns me that the pollen is increasing while the forests are disappearing. It seems illogical. With fewer trees and other plants, as a result of more land being cleared for homes and businesses, there should be LESS pollen, shouldn't there? Yet, as a child, I never saw pollen coat the vehicles as it does now. I would have noticed it. I loved to write in the dust on vehicles, and yellow dust that this pollen appears to be; I wouldn't have been able to resist.

It's a strange world.

Not Bad for my Age

I have not really ever been concerned about age because it's just a measure of time spent so far. Birthdays come and go, and it doesn't bother me to truthfully state my age. The only birthday that even made me pause, was my 33rd. That was the day I became as old as God.
Seriously. I am a Christian (one who believes that Jesus Christ was the only son of the one true God, and that Jesus was born of a virgin, lived a sinless life, and died on the cross for my sins), and since my savior was fully God, and lived 33 years before being crucified, I take that to mean that God's age is 33. After all, death stops the age count.
Sure he resurrected, but then he ascended into Heaven. If one is going to live eternally, there's not much point in counting the years. So, now that 33 is only a long-gone year in my life, I'm officially older than God.
Passing 33 was one of those "Whoa!" moments in my life. Look at what Jesus accomplished in that amount of time. I doubt I did as much in 33 years as He did in any given day. (Ego deflated by that!) On the bright side, I suppose I look pretty good for my age, given that I am older than God!