the reality of my state

WE ARE BORN
there is a widely known, but little recognized fact about my life. i was born blind and deaf; for all intents, numb to the world in which i inhabited. it was from that retarded oblivion i was reduced after only three years. yet there was a problem. my sight restored i began to see that i lived among the blind. my hearing repaired i heard nothing but the voice of my Father and the mindless groaning of a race unaware of their own pitiful state. it was then that i learned that my handicaps were of my own device. it was then that i learned i had chosen the state from which i had so recently been saved. and it was then that i began to sink again into the numbing pseudo-reality into which i was born.

WE LIVE
this fog that envelopes all of mankind brings a sick comfort to those it surrounds. though our world is vast and beautiful, man seems terrified of the unknown. and so we slash our eyes and puncture our ears so that the true reality will be held at bay. for those who have never perceived the light, our planet seems quite small and their own existence rather large. however, those who have tasted of the sweet redemptive vision know that they inhabit a dreadfully beautiful universe. and it is just that, dread, that drives us to holiness. this fear of what we cannot control must needs drive us to embrace denial or to reject ourselves. for the One who set the stars in space rules them with an eye that perceives every living thing.


""Aslan a man? Certainly not. I tell you he is the King of the wood and the son of the great Emperor-beyond-the Sea. Don't you know who is the King of Beasts? Aslan is a lion-- the Lion, the great Lion."
"Ooh!" said Susan. "I'd thought he was a man. Is he--quite safe? I shall feel rather nervous about meeting a lion."
"That you will, dearie, and make no mistake," said Mrs. Beaver, "if there's anyone who can appear before Aslan without their knees knocking, they're either braver than most or else just silly."
"Then he isn't safe?" said Lucy.
"Safe?" said Mr. Beaver. "Don't you hear what Mrs. Beaver tells you? Who said anything about being safe? 'Course he isn't safe. But he's good. He's the King, I tell you."


not safe, but good. and so we must face a fearful, but boundlessly good reality from which our primary temptation is to run.

WE DIE
this reality is fleeting, yet will one day be the only reality we know. whether by fire or flight we will know the realness of our own eternity. On this topic I shall write again.