No straight lines

I searched one day but could not find any straight lines on earth. Among the animals, the trees, the flowers, the multitudes of fish, and birds, even people, I searched in vain for anything in nature that was purely aligned.
I found plenty of things that were pretty straight. Mighty redwoods, a bird's beak, mountain ridges, teeth, even flower stems and blades of grass. But none of them were completely straight in mathematical terms. None of them qualified in my eyes.
I wondered and then realized that this is as it should be. God alone is completely straight. His creation, especially considering the fall, is filled with anomalies and imperfections. We have knots in trees, bumpy noses, jagged seashores. Our ways are crooked, His way is straight. But there was more.
Sitting on the rocks of a jetty on my native Long Island’s south shore one day I discovered not one but two straight lines in the seascape before me. They remain the only two straight lines I have ever noticed in the natural realm, though neither is actually located on terra firma itself.
First, I saw that the place where the water meets the sky was perfectly straight. The horizon, the unreachable fabled place always in the distance, always just out of reach, was perfectly straight. I think God is there.
Then just a few moments later, as I was still taking in this truth of the horizon, I saw another straight line. In fact, I saw lots of them. Through the clouds dozens of sunbeams came cascading down from heaven in perfectly straight lines that were miles long. There was no effort, they were just there.
Our heavenly father remains the only source of straightness in a crooked world. The beams did not start at the earth’s crust and fly upward, but came downward to us from Him.