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Don’t you get the sense that there’s more than this?
That there’s absolute beauty and tragedy all wrapped up in this little shell.
That transcendent moments of living stir something inside of you in a way that lacks sufficient description.
That words fall short.
That the soul is real and burning inside of you.
That there is order and perfection in the things of this world that are not just an accident.
That there is purpose and meaning
And that our living right now matters
And there is a reason that throughout time these questions remain,
“What is the meaning of life?”
“Is there a God or are we all alone?”
“What about good and evil?”
It seems to me there are foundations of human existence which run throughout all of time and culture.
There is a shared human existence that asks questions and longs for an answer.
There is a sense of momentum in the world.
A wearing down and ruin but in the midst of this continuum, is a counter energy of renewal and life.
Of love and beauty
Of the earth’s rhythm day in and day out
There is glue that holds it all carefully together
And there is an impetus that compels us to continue living and breathing and creating.
Throughout history, across oceans and over mountains and walls, culture upon culture passes down some sort of understanding about the earth and seeks an explanation for their own presence here.
Who fashioned the many words for “god” and gave them such a prominent places in each culture’s understanding?
Why do life and death still remain dominant markers of time,
their interruption of our daily lives still affecting us and causing us to consider something beyond what we know and can explain away with the rationale we possess at this given moment?
Don’t you get the sense that the story is not yet fully revealed to us.
We have glimpses, great and wonderful glimpses every single day of life,
if we are willing to see them.
But we also have horrific reminders that things are not yet as they will be
and these things we have no problem seeing.
There is injustice, there is suffering, there is a minute-by-minute narrative of evil running throughout the world.
But it is the juxtaposition of these two opposites which creates the tension and the desire for their resolution.
But it's not a resolution that arrives and then simply takes on mindless stasis.
Like a good story, the resolution is not the end.
It is just the beginning.
And we seem to have some sort of purpose in our bodies and minds that wants to believe this,
which says pursue and live and love and breathe fully and when we do, we participate in something divine,
Something transcendent.
And this something is not just an abstract thought.
It’s not just a place we will go someday when we die.
What we do today matters
And we are a part of this now.
We can see it.
We can feel it.
God is real.
His power runs throughout the earth and into spaces too large for comprehension.
His love is planted somewhere deep in all of us,
His love transcends.
I know because I see it with my own eyes.
I know because I hear this voice in my soul that says,
“I’m real. I know you and you know me. What you do right now matters. Heaven is here and heaven is to come and it’s so much more than you have made it to be. Hell is here too but that is passing away. Keep believing and searching. I'm here. And oh, by the way, I love you.”