OKC Remembered – #DiscoverOK

It’s only been a few months since I made Tulsa home, and it’s time I start exploring. I’m beginning a new series of posts called #discoverOK where I will share the experience. What better way to start than with a place that matched up with the appropriate occasion: the Oklahoma City Memorial over Memorial Day weekend.



Granted, most of these photos are of the park, but if you go to only the outdoor portion of the site, you’re missing out on the raw emotion captured in the museum’s storytelling. It had been a long time since I even thought about the OKC bombing, and I found the experience just as disturbing as it was meant to be.

It is a heart-wrenching multimedia drama— from the audio of the explosion in the beginning to the end when the shadow of a building was demolished and the last remaining bodies recovered. Except that it was real. This happened. And you’re left to consider what kind of monster would inflict such human suffering— what calloused heart could kill like this.

And you will walk away with no answers at all.




I was thinking earlier about how privileged we are to be able to travel. We’re exposed to a lot of things, a lot of ways to live. And sometimes we witness beauty in ways we could have never imagined until seeing it for the very first time.

We as humans are self-limiting. Until we actually get a vision for ourselves (figuratively and literally) of what we’re after, it’s nearly impossible to attain. How do we know that we want something until we know it exists?

For ages, mankind has also defined God by his own limited perceptions. Denominations grew out of these various interpretations. Our beliefs are based on what we collectively know or accept to be true. But what we don’t know– the things we’ve never witnessed or experienced– those are the variables I’m interested in.

Our knowledge of God and Heaven is based on very limited information. Thus we ascribe a lot of human characteristics to a supernatural being that defies those limitations. Just as someone describes Heaven as having streets of gold because that opulence is what they want Heaven to be like, it could just as well be a peaceful boat ride down the river.

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My idea of Heaven might be radically different from yours, and that’s ok. Yet there are many folks who believe in absolutes – I wonder why that is. After all, we confront new realities everyday, and very few constants.

The bottom line is that when I see something new for the first time as we travel, it reminds me that I must not limit God to my own human experience nor limit Heaven to what I’ve already seen.

This post is heavily influenced by the book I’m currently reading – Love Wins by Rob Bell. Requires a separate post.