The
ominous springtime sky makes for a beautiful drive through the streets of
town. Large amounts of rain bring, of
course, very green plant life. So the
trees, with young green leaves, were on great display yesterday.
As
I drove through an arch of trees like the one above, I really wanted to capture
the moment…re-drive the street…take a picture …stop to get out? I have stopped during drives to get out and ‘soak
up’ the scenery, but it’s always awkward, or just not what I expect. I get out and realize all of a sudden that I’m
in front of someone’s house…and there are people around, and it that it looks pretty
questionable to park, get out, and stand in the street looking at trees. And even if there were no one around, stopping
just doesn’t capture what I thought it would…it just doesn’t work.
To
experience the ‘beauty’ of a drive, for angles to change, for the light to cast
new shadows, for new scenes to appear, I must move. Though something in me wants to take it all
in for good, there is something most beautiful about moving through beautiful things. Beauty is suggestive, penetrating, but its
capture is evasive. I can only behold it
if I am willing to leave it, to trust that more will be supplied.
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| Columbia River, Washington State Where I learned how to waterski. I did not take the pic, but it does look like this...go there. |
A
friend of mine was struck by a hymn with the lyrics ‘Peace is flowing like a
river…’ because ‘Peace’ and ‘constant change’ normally aren’t associated. But upon reflection, he came to see that a
river is actually peaceful in the best and truest sense. A river supplies life precisely because of the moving waters; a river is
fresh, replenished, and allows for migration. If it was dammed, the life it supplies would be
severely diminished. There is life
around a river because it is always flowing.
So
too, I have Peace when I allow Grace to flow through me rather than receive a
little and grasp at it to keep it. Was I
not promised that I would be given water and never thirst again? (John 7:37-38) Jesus stood up and exclaimed, “Let
anyone who thirsts come to me and drink.
As Scripture says: Rivers of
living water will flow from within him who believes in me.”
Grace,
like Beauty, is not meant to be stopped up, but to flow. Like water in a river, Grace supplies life to
whatever it touches. It enlightens,
invigorates, and changes forever that which it encounters. And there is an endless supply, but only if
it’s moving.
