Sometimes there aren’t words to put everything you feel into some sort of perspective. like you could lay them down on paper and see a shadow of all that you want to express, but can never fully obtain.
the stories we read or watch, or the scenery observed moves us.
but how did it move those who wrote it or created it?
if it brings us to tears, what turmoil or joy did it disturb in their hearts?
human beings hold a mystery far beyond what we give them credit for.
through love or hate, we are a torrent of undiscovered things.
some people say there is no God.
that what we are and what we do means close to nothing.
but I have yet to comprehend how with a world full of so deep a recess as one human soul, we can agree to a theory of there being no reason for it.
sure there is pain. and we throw so much into the category of wondering if there really is a God and He really is love then how can there be so much pain…
but we let the pain drown out the beauties that constantly surround us.
we take a glance from our minimal point of view and comprehension and say God must have no justifiable reasons for doing what He does.
we take circumstance and make it truth.
we take time and make it eternity.
we take God and make Him like us.
when maybe we should be asking ourselves are we like Him?
and that maybe, just maybe we have strayed far from something greater than ourselves and even beyond what our own two eyes can gaze upon.
i wonder if some of us will wake up to see we've been dining at a table we didn't know we were invited to and all along have been insulting the host by stealing his food and screwing his wife. Yet we call out,
"you are a wretched being and i have never had anything to do with you, if there exists such a thing as you..."
what we claim to know and what we actually know rarely coincide.
and i speak with ownership of that last phrase.
but out of all the things beyond my comprehension i am assured of one thing.
that circumstances are not Truth.
they may be true, but will never last.
but to trust in something beyond what we see, to trust in something beyond circumstances, to trust in something beyond time, that seem more in line with the way things work. and to search for it out of a pure heart to find it and not just find an answer that solves the text books and settle the mind of reason, but to find truth and truth itself would mean abandoning the ideals that govern the senses, and stepping out into something unknown, or something the christians call faith.
a confidence or trust in something you don't have to fully understand to follow.
when we chase after love we don't let sense or reason guide our every move, otherwise we would never really obtain the thing we were chasing. we would end up with a compartment for every feeling and only let it live under lock and key.
but those who find love abandon reason and let something beyond comprehension take hold. its scary, exhilarating and sometimes painful. but yet love is a confidence or trust in something not yet understood.
so this God we don’t understand or don’t believe in has laid out words for us to see. He has written a shadow of the real Truths He wanted to express all around us. we watch them in movies, read them in books, and live them out in actual time.
Have we ever stopped to wonder that maybe the reason we don’t see them as we ought is because we are so immersed in them we can’t bare to see the forest for the trees? That what we eat, sleep and repeat is a world or shadow written down on an earthen canvas for all to read. In our flesh lies the handy work of a God who left His mark or image.
We stare at a marred image in a mirror and imagine a marred God.
When we should be retracing the lines to see where our paths have separated, and searching for how they can be united once again.
The problem isn’t trusting in a flawed idea of God, it’s trusting in flawed human beings.
