A good friend told me today that I love what is not of man (though not in those exact words). It is very true. I love the mountains, the sky, the earth beneath my feet, the beach, water (in any form) rain, snow, hail, lake, ocean, puddle, the sun, the colors that stretch across the sky, the reflection of the moon, mud, creation. I love creation. Sometimes I wish that I wasn't living in this time, that I lived in a different time... a time without all of this technology. To be able to see the sky without having to climb atop a roof. I know that there are advantages and disadvantages to basically every time period, and we have it pretty good in the United States right now, but I can't help but wonder. Everything is so romanticized, but so is our world today.
I wonder at our world. Who are we to inflict pain on other people? Who are we to abandon those who most need to be loved? Who are we to decide who needs to be loved? Who are we? I don't understand why how people can be so cruel. It is beyond my comprehension. You can try to explain it away through psychology or tell me so many things, but I can't believe it. There is no way to explain it away. I can not understand. I refuse to understand.
Ancient China.
3 comments:
I understand what you mean, I think. You mean there is no reasoning that can make cruelty right. But Bethany, your second-to-last sentence was worded in a way that concerned me a little... please don't say you refuse to understand. Understanding evil is not the same as accepting it. It's one thing to say you refuse to except trite explanations, but don't refuse to understand at all. There is truth, and a gift, and an understanding to be had in suffering, and seeking truth is all that bring healing to hate, since Truth leads to love.
Sometimes truth can lead to love. But seeking truth for its own sake will take you to places you don't want to be.
Understanding can be important, and it may be there is a way in which you can understand suffering a little bit more. But never lose the mystical quality of life, of the world, of Christ, of existence.
I love you, sister.
bethany,
the convo we had the another night was a blessing and i hope that we can do that more often. i believe your bro has my cell phone number if you ever wanna call me, i love you and you're in my prayers!
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