Some of my favorite memories in life are from family vacations I took as a child. We didn’t take many, but the ones we did take were great. Big family trips down to Florida, weekend trips to, for my family anyway, the eternal city of baseball, St. Louis. Those were our usual destinations. But, there was one summer when we switched things up a bit and instead of heading to the south or the west, we headed northeast. My Dad’s best friend from High-School was living in Pennsylvania at the time, so my parents decided that we’d spend a few days with his family, then check out all the great places out there we’d never been to out there, like Gettysburg, Washington D.C., and New York City.
Now, Gettysburg and Washington D.C. are great places to visit, but at the moment they don’t provide me with the sermon illustration I’m wanting to use today, so we won’t be talking about them much. As I said, we hadn’t visited a lot of cities, the largest place I’d been to before then was Chicago. And as large as Chicago is, it has nothing on the sheer immensity of New York City.