Having recently remembered how much I appreciate Mark Rober, I looked for his newest video. It is only two days old as I write this and already has 7.5 million views. Which is .1 per cent of the world population. As someone whose eyes glaze over when the numbers whiz past ten thousand, I was impressed. 

Mark was trying to escape from a bloodhound. Actually, he explained that search and rescue dogs are more often German Shepherds, who not only have terrific noses, but are super smart. Mark invited Shay, who is the human part of their duo, and Zinka, who is the dog, to his Crunch Lab. 

Zinka easily found Mark no matter where he hid after a quick sniff of his watch. Then Shay had six people rub their arms on a cloth, and one of them went undercover. The five other people were standing around and Zinka deduced who was missing, and quickly found him. Mark doubled the decoys to twelve, and still Zinka was not confused about who needed to be found. 

Mark explored the idea of identical DNA by inviting twins to play too. But Zinka was not fooled. As a mother of twins, this charms me. Even two girls with the same genetics are unique.

Mark upped the ante by trying to distract and confuse Zinka. He strategically placed stuffed squirrels, bowls of her favorite foods, and 90 mph fans to blow his scent away. But they only made the hunt more interesting. She found him in under an hour, and licked Mark's cheek in victory. 

The topic was playful enough, but it actually intersected with something I have been wondering about. Our trip to Italy and France broke open my historically small circle of contacts. As I sat at sidewalk cafés, watching a wealth of faces stroll by, I marveled at the breadth of humanity. All of them, indeed each of them, are precious to their Maker. They have unique stories, a web of families, and a trajectory that wiggles more than a dog chasing a squirrel. 

It all reassures me not only that God is able to find me no matter how lost I feel, but that in God's eyes, I am one in seven million.