My artistic heart is enthralled. The night air carrying few city noises that barely represent the lighted activity I can see as I sit on my 16th floor apartment. So far, I've found this spot to be my favorite in all of Chile. I've been here for less than twenty hours and the feelings longing to be expressed are giving me deja vu as many romantic, naive beginnings do. But! I'm going to give the control a break tonight; maybe enjoy the moment or something, like many so easily do. What I really want to say is that beauty is so tangible. If that's one thing I know so deep in my gut it's that. Basking, panting, scouring to find the promise of divine big pictures and goodnesses for our souls that go beyond things intended to draw attention. As I look at thousands of lights representing the lives of those here in Santiago, my heart sings because I'm apart of a masterpiece. Life so obviously but peacefully in action.
Recognizing beauty also requires the admission of it's rare, passing discoveries; like the twinkle of innocence in a child's eye compared to a middle-aged man's. Just as God's pearls are found in fields of monotony, so are these moments. They won't be as apparent or often as times take their toll and as i look out tonight I realize that this won't always be. Peter tried basking at the beauty of the temple to Jesus' quick reply and smirk ( i imagine anyways), "This temple will be destroyed and will be remade... *eye twinkle* in me. See Peter, I'm the cornerstone."
I think my heart sings not because this is a novelty moment I've often desired to be in because of Hollywood scenes, but in fact because these are glimpses of our homes; the ones that are built in the presence of an everlasting God. Where our hope is in One who renews a hundred fold with such tenacity. Time obeys our King and with age comes better and newer things. This moment holds both promise and warning as urgency reminds me that the time will come when almost all beauty will be wiped from the earth.Then, there will be only handfuls of those given the mercy to turn to its comforts. I embrace this glimpse , this gift. My Father is good. All else is fleeting and fading BUT He is the Creator and He makes everything work for my good.
