There was a time when I thought nature was fragile, when I thought humans were fragile. Twigs and bones can be broken with little effort. Leaves and muscles can be torn, and land and skin can be burned. Besides our vulnerable physicality, as humans, we are composed of hearts that are easily broken, minds that are easily influenced, and feelings that are easily hurt. Sometimes even the smallest tragedies seem impossible to overcome.
But the truth is that nature is not that fragile, and neither are we. After impossible catastrophes, entire populations of trees and people eventually flourish again, even more resilient for the destruction. Yes, healing takes time, effort, and faith. And I suppose we never walk away from broken bones or broken hearts scarless. But the truth is that our bodies and spirits want to survive, and eventually, we do walk away.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Saturday, April 3, 2010
A Simple Choice
I talk a lot about weather and listening to voices. So at the risk of sounding like a schizophrenic meteorologist, well, here I go again.
Do you ever have those times where something simple, that you really already know, hits you so hard and so clearly that you feel like you need to go tell the whole world about it? Well, this weekend I had one of those times. I've been dealing with some self-pity lately--I'm not good enough, I'll never be this or that way, Everyone on the road is driving like crazies because they hate me so I'm going to take it personally, etc. Anyway, I got really down. And then I realized that the voice I was listening to, the one that was telling me those things, doesn't want me to be happy. In fact, it wants me to be eternally miserable.
So it boils down to this. In a world where everything is said to be relative, I submit that there are two absolutes. There is a good and there is an evil. One tells us that we are divine, that we can change, and what's more, it's worth it. The other has encouraged my self-depricating thinking and every other filthy, demeaning, evil thing in this world. In every decision I make, I am listening to one voice or the other. It comes down to a choice between listening to that which promises me everlasting joy and that which desires my everlasting misery.
Trusting what I know of both, the decision is not that hard. I just have to make the choice. And it really is that simple.
Do you ever have those times where something simple, that you really already know, hits you so hard and so clearly that you feel like you need to go tell the whole world about it? Well, this weekend I had one of those times. I've been dealing with some self-pity lately--I'm not good enough, I'll never be this or that way, Everyone on the road is driving like crazies because they hate me so I'm going to take it personally, etc. Anyway, I got really down. And then I realized that the voice I was listening to, the one that was telling me those things, doesn't want me to be happy. In fact, it wants me to be eternally miserable.
So it boils down to this. In a world where everything is said to be relative, I submit that there are two absolutes. There is a good and there is an evil. One tells us that we are divine, that we can change, and what's more, it's worth it. The other has encouraged my self-depricating thinking and every other filthy, demeaning, evil thing in this world. In every decision I make, I am listening to one voice or the other. It comes down to a choice between listening to that which promises me everlasting joy and that which desires my everlasting misery.
Trusting what I know of both, the decision is not that hard. I just have to make the choice. And it really is that simple.
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