I am an idealist.
I am a stargazer and a dreamer.
And then, I’m pragmatic.
I’m a realist who wants answers.
How do I reconcile artist with scientist? Each looks at the world and wants something different. The two are at war within me. I stare starry eyed at the sunbeams
filling my world…until I begin to fidget from the heat.
I
don’t want to be a realist.
I
want to be an all out dreamer. I
want to fill my head with beauty and wonder. Instead, I sit and marginalize each minute of my day. Until the second swell to minutes and
the minutes fill the hour and the bell rings for the next class. And, like so many before me, I fritter
away the hours of my day by numbering them and assigning them to tasks.
The
human mind cannot fathom the possibilities of infinity. An unending forever is too momentous
for even the bravest of minds.
Therefore, we parcel and divide our existence. Desperately hoping that by sub dividing infinity, we will
somehow arrive at a real number.
If we divide and section time, perhaps we can come up with names for
each part and a meaning for the whole.
But we don’t. History
repeats itself. And the Digital Age
holds no more meaning then the Stone Age.
Augustine
proposed God outside of time. And
time as the point on which we stand allowing future to filter through us and
become past. But perhaps we build
ourselves this peephole—forever looking back on the past and forward to the
future. Or we build ourselves a
box that is safe and sound and predictable. A box that cages us in comfort and reality. What if God asks us to step outside of
the box. In the end, He pulls us
out of time and into eternity with him, but how will it feel when the restraints
of time are melted at the throne of God?
Will we feel free from confining captivity? Or stripped of our only security? Certainly God is not a safe God.
Perhaps the miracle of Christ
should not be imaged as a cross bridging the gap between us and God. Rather, we should imagine that we are
trapped in a box that lies in the middle of the infinite truth of who God
is. God does not call us to cross
a gap. He calls us to roll back
the stone and truly live. No
longer dead in our transgressions, but alive in the infinity of Him. Suddenly, an entire universe is
unleashed upon our senses. It is
marvelous to behold. Incomprehensible
and dangerous, but somehow wondrous and beautiful. While it may feel safer to carry a box over your head, what
use is life without the Sun shining over you?
