On the road, an old woman clutches a bunch of floral branches as she scooters by. Such a simple, ordinary act speaks loudly of a love for beauty that would bag it and carefully bring it home.
We all need the aesthetic in our life. We are betrayed in our unending desire for pretty things: the beautiful, the pleasant, the elegant. But God is the Creator, the Inspiration--He is the Beauty. I can see Him in the little sparrows that visit the back neighbor's vacant porch. In the sunlight hitting the pastel hues of our apartment blocks when I sit in our parking space in the mornings.
Then there is a certain terror--it lies in the undiscovered, unfamiliar realms. It is in the old man who shuffles along, lifting his cap to bow in acknowledgment to the gods of the temple he passes by. He wouldn't care to step in their territory, but fearful of incurring their wrath, he watches his step and minds them. So he nods to every deity he passes, and whether or not they acknowledge his existence, he will theirs--just in case.
The heartbreaking nature of it is that all of us, we are blind in our fear of what we don't know. Jesus said to only fear Him who has power to condemn us to hell. Do we not know Him? The beauty is that we can know Him, and in our knowledge, be fearless of all lesser unknowns. Do we know His awe-inspiring, holy Beauty? And will we proclaim Him that others too may know?
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