Sunday, July 19, 2009

Sadly, I have not taken the gumption to express any thoughts lately.
It takes thought to write, and in the midst of my secretary's hectic scheduling that I am forced to comply with, I have not wished to think lately. (That sentence is ironic by two means... I am my own secretary, and the idea of a life devoid of thought. A life devoid of thought... let me see... first cognition... Hollywood? My apologies for the massive generalization.)

Stop. Back to original thoughts. I haven't all night for mental wanderings.
I took a lackadaisical wandering tonight literally. Like Bilbo says to Frodo, "It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to." Tonight I was swept off to an African safari in the midst of the rural lands of northern California. I spied two silhouetted giraffes in the dusky light of the faded day. I sprinted through jungles, ran through giant geysers, and was engulfed by the glorious silence. You know those moments when the world around you holds you entranced almost as if it radiates enchantment? Those brief seconds when magic nearly becomes visible? When imagination is reality? When all seems to be peaceful, and the sense that all will turn out overtakes everything?
It was in this time span that I realized my common thought pattern. I muse over how the world has dissolved into multitudinous wrongs. Seldom have I dwelled on how the world has been held right. Allow me to explain.

With all the atrocities in the world and how toxic the human being can be, this irony is often neglected. In history, humans are capable of creating gas chambers, the guillotine, brothels - the insatiable sense of destruction within the human being is remarkable. What then holds this world together at the seams that should be so easily rent apart? In a world where each person learns survival entails protecting oneself, how on earth is there any such thing as peace? How is there any such thing as happiness? Society and laws and the need for some sense of community protection may be inadequate excuses.

What if we ask God too often, Why is there so much bad done on Your watch? Should we not wonder why there is not more evil? It is a wonder that God still intermingles with this paralyzed creation. He must have great hopes of restoration.

Much greater than my wildest imaginings.

But... then again... is that just not His way?

1 comment:

  1. Hi, Mia! I was wondering where a certain blog was that you showed to me once. It was about George Macdonald's perception of Hell. Do you know where it is? I can't seem to find it. :( I wanted to show it to my friend who is sort of skeptical about the whole 'Hell is not a as a bad place as we think it is.' Hm...that didn't really make any sense.