(no subject)

Feb 16, 2012 11:44

I was reading scripture the other day. Story of Enoch.
When God beheld all His children-the workmanship of His hands- in war and bloodshed, without affection, and turning their hearts away from Him, He wept. He wept because of their unwillingness to love one another. He wept for the loss of his children and the torment they would face because of their wickedness.
I remember going to bed that night feeling so sad and very cold. I feared what the future held for this world.

The next day I drove to work.
"A Poor Wayfaring Man of Grief" came on. I don't know if I ever appreciated that song until now. Because as the song built up, I really listened to the words. I also saw out my window the most open and clear scenery to the north. The combination of mountains, far off clouds, and perfectly clean blue sky made my heart swell up inside of me.
And I had the thought of what a beautiful world I live in. How blessed I am.

I thought about this more and more.
And I wondered how I could experience such a contrast of feelings.
I think there are a lot of answers to it, but the one that came to me- the one I'm guessing I needed to learn from- was agency. It's in our hands to make our world beautiful.
I can't control everything- but I can control my world.

There's The Rub.
cheers.
Previous post Next post
Up