The Beauty Between.

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Do we find ourselves preoccupied, or is it plausible?

Could we possibly even afford—amidst our oh-so-exigent and eternally significant daily pursuits—to do so?

…to carve out a space of reverence for the melodies unheard, the mountains left to climb, the story-laden gazes we’ve yet to meet?

Is there room here beneath the clock’s thumb to do such a thing?

We all know, after all, that there are simply not enough hours in one day to accomplish the work we have yet to get done.

There is a house to maintain. There are deadlines to be met and dishes to be done.  Plus, there are many important kingdom-building ministries to fill our schedule, of course. If only there were more time for all of it, right?

But I feel it still.

Yes, in spite of the daily junk I’ve piled upon my agenda in insistence that I am being dutifully “multifaceted” and “stretched”, I feel the call to slow down and look up.

As I bow to the clock, the trees surrounding me bow to their Creator, and I am too busy doing “important” things to notice.

But beauty tugs at me still.

It’s captivating. There is always more to be uncovered, and although we subliminally suppress it—our overloaded schedules operating as blinders—it pursues us nonetheless.

Rays of sunlight sometimes slip through the clouds just the right way and in a single moment uplift the most downtrodden spirit.

Fingers changing chords on an acoustic guitar squeak across its strings with warm allurement.

A child’s smile—breaking into laughter—momentarily discards worries and fills a soul with an unalloyed bliss.

In infinite forms,

often in fleeting moments.

If only we’ll abide in him enough to see

these arrows pointing up.

Romans 1:20 For since the creation of the world God’s invisible qualities—his eternal power and divine nature—have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that people are without excuse.

To whom else could we attribute these wonders?

Our finite vocabulary tends to box God in as another facet of OUR life for which we “make time”, as if he isn’t above all and in all and through all.

He IS our life, transcendent of time.

How lightly I toss the Name around on my tongue.

How little I am, how little I know.

Lord, I praise you for all the things that I cannot understand!

Beautiful complexities fly over my head as beautiful simplicities synchronously slide right under my nose: from the microscopic activities of an axon, to the droplets of rain on leaves in the morning.

Both point up all the same.

I sense such immense grace in all of it: what did I do to deserve this beauty abounding?

Oh praise him, the wildflowers & the birds & the bees & I.


I recently cocked my head to the side in confusion as my friend commented that her favorite band “stirs her affections for Christ.”

The question left my mouth quickly, “But they’re not a Christian band, are they?”

How outrageous.

As if a God so supreme could not be found in the secular.

Again, if he is, indeed, above all, through all, and in all, why compartmentalize?

Every beautiful thing is a glimpse of eternity. {also see James 1:17}

May we seek out and highlight beauty, allowing it to point us toward the future world we hope to attain. More importantly, may we cultivate it here on earth.

With artistic vision and incredible attention to detail, he created

(even beyond practical purposes),

and he made us to create.

Our art matters.

Authentic Christian life & love can reflect the good world to come. We are little glimpses of eternity, pockets of God’s good design for humanity.

// image-bearers + his most precious artwork //


I would imagine that bystanders of Christ’s death would not have looked at the cross in awe of its beauty. In reality, they probably found it to be barbaric. Splinter-packed. Rugged. A cultural instrument of torture and punishment, a propagator of absolute agony, and a symbol of death.

At that time, if I were to have referred to the cross as a thing of beauty, they would have called me crazy.

In the darkness of the crucifixion, they couldn’t yet see the light coming.

& here we find ourselves stumbling through the wilderness, lost in deep pits of brokenness asking ourselves how in the world there could be beauty in all of this pain.

But then the tomb opens. There IS, somehow, beauty in the cross. We can’t talk about his brutal death without talking about his victorious resurrection. Without the hope following, the cross would remain solely a symbol of death.

He was who he claimed to be; he truly loved us enough to take the nails for us.

In the breaking: beauty directs us to the hope of heaven.

We will never be stuck. Where there is faith placed in Jesus Christ, there is always a resurrection.

“When the sky is falling, when life is a dream, I fortunately fall into the beauty between.” ₂

Still our hearts yearn for a walk in the Garden of Eden, where everything was right and whole.

But for today we cling to hope that all WILL be made right and whole again someday when Christ returns.

Maybe heaven and earth can overlap,

and we find ourselves here in the beauty between.


http://unlockingthebible.org/2017/04/beauty-cross/
₂ Kings Kaleidoscope- “The Beauty Between”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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