Have you ever felt yourself to be part of a story infinitely larger than yourself? Or do you think that life is a basically random event, just what you make it through your desire and will? Or, maybe you believe in God but don't think that He cares so much about individual choices, that He doesn't have a specific will for your life...
Wherever you find yourself, I ask you a question: Is it possible that life -- life itself, I mean -- is smaller than its art? Is the transcendent beauty of a work of art less than that which created it?
Never! I say. These fleeting glimpses of beauty only imitate that which is behind it: the story-essence of life cannot be less than its illustration in a perfect picture... Such reality calls us to the beauty beyond, to be up and doing what our hands find to do, in destiny!
In the words of Longfellow,
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream! --
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem...
Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.
Indeed! The road goes ever upward and onward, and we can learn its beauty and trace its goal, day by day. The challenge is in waiting, in patient pursuance of the higher good...
Your destiny, your story, cannot be less than the beauty you see, the road that calls you upward! Grand beauty and divine intent! Destiny of light...!
Selah.
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