Everything was gray: Movement detected but recognition shallow, distinctions blurry. Activity was more important than meaning because meaning was hard to see. Life was boring, more often than not because life had little color, flavor or fragrance.
Then, one day in college, the story of God (which I had heard plenty before) actually touched the facts of my world and the details of my life. I already believed in God, in particular the story of God come to earth in a person: Jesus of Nazareth. But this was almost entirely balm for my tender conscience and grace and truth to my fickle, wicked heart.
Almost overnight, the world became alive, fascinating, and profound. God was in language, logic, melody and harmony. God was in design, ethics and mathematics. God was in sex, justice and intimacy. God was not just in Christ, not just in my heart, but in all things.
I wish I could be awake always, to keep learning about everything, learning about The Word by whom all things were made. I think that would be Heaven.
2 comments:
In a nutshell, this is pretty much the story of everyone's life without God. This also gives great insight in just how fuller life is once you let Him in your heart and guide your life. You sure nailed it right on the head, Ryan.
Thanks Luis.
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