Something Beautiful
We've been working like crazy on Les Miserables for the last week, and shall probably continue all this week. This morning I sat at my computer, blinking back tears, trying to get through the last few pages. Finally, we gave up; our emotions were too deeply engaged; it was too painful and far too beautiful. "We'll try again tomorrow."
Then I turned to writing a wedding letter to a friend, and there it was again: something beautiful. I posted the letter and returned to... what? Shakespeare and the gospel---at the same time. Meanwhile, my music had shuffled itself on to the Newsboys song, "Something Beautiful."
It was then I realized that today is going to be one of those days when God sends me His greetings out of every shred of matter, time, and space. Well, what else did you think beauty was? It is the radiance of the real. It is the greeting of the immortal realms. It is, I think, God's kiss.
My day will be suffused with beauty. And when you think what I have in fact deserved of God, my dear, you will see why this gift brings me closer to tears even than Les Miserables, and closer to rapture than even Shakespeare. The branding iron is removed; a kiss falls instead. Who could do it? Only God. I am learning love from Him.
Then I turned to writing a wedding letter to a friend, and there it was again: something beautiful. I posted the letter and returned to... what? Shakespeare and the gospel---at the same time. Meanwhile, my music had shuffled itself on to the Newsboys song, "Something Beautiful."
It was then I realized that today is going to be one of those days when God sends me His greetings out of every shred of matter, time, and space. Well, what else did you think beauty was? It is the radiance of the real. It is the greeting of the immortal realms. It is, I think, God's kiss.
My day will be suffused with beauty. And when you think what I have in fact deserved of God, my dear, you will see why this gift brings me closer to tears even than Les Miserables, and closer to rapture than even Shakespeare. The branding iron is removed; a kiss falls instead. Who could do it? Only God. I am learning love from Him.