Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Love's Redemption



          In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth…He created them beautiful, glorious, amazing…PERFECT.  He shared this with us—Man and Woman alike.  Now, at some point his WORD tells us that He repented from his creation.  That is to say, he turned his back on us.  I don’t think it was because He didn’t want us anymore…no, no…It was because He loved us, and it was more than He could bare to watch us ugly, sinful, evil creatures hurt him who shared something beautiful with us.  And, yet, He loves us.   
          I would like to think that the reason He still loves us is because He still sees our beauty—some remnant of it.  Beauty in the morning—just before we wake from our peaceful slumber (how we all look so innocent and vulnerable)—when the Sun greets the mountaintops.  Beauty when a child is born into a loving mother’s arms—there’s never so much love than that first moment.  Beauty when we pray for his miracle—in that moment we truly believe He could make it happen.  Beauty when the Sun slowly falls asleep behind the ocean…and another day is done. 
          Let’s not forget that beauty that’s called night, where stars and moons kaleidoscope in the sky and show off his mystery.  In that night when fear strikes our souls and we are comforted by the thought, the Lord is my Sheppard, how beautiful it must be for him to see this faith in our hearts. 
          You see…there’s still beauty in the world—however hard it may be to find (and growing harder every day).  Beauty will always find its way to shine…even in the darkest of times…the hardest of hearts…and in the presents of an evil world.  Beauty will fight till its sweeter end…to keep our hope for Loves redemption alive.  What greater force for God to use than Love to keep us very aware of what is Beautiful…and to remind us why He still tries.
          Love will always find a way into our hearts—and that is beautiful.  And, history has shown us that the culprit to tragedy—murder, suicide, wars, deceit, stealing— is often the beauty of a woman and the love of a man.  Even in the most tragic love stories there is that thing of beauty we all see that it makes falling in love all worth it.  So, sometimes beauty is its own demise in fighting for the cause of redemption. 
           
     Yes, beauty comes in many forms, in many ways, and for many reasons; but, none the better 

than when you meet Beauty itself in the form of a woman, and in the way of love. 

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