swept up in a timeless task
reaching for the sky
I fear that over the past decade ideology has become an idol for many, that the distinction between what is sacred and what is holy is being ignored. I can’t help but wonder about that. If the world is being inexorably moved toward a certain destiny, and if Christians are supposedly on board with that destiny, then the attempt on the right to put the brakes on things, and “go back” to the way things were seems like cognitive dissonance, doesn’t it?
It makes sense that in order for things to happen other things have to happen; not necessarily things we like to see. But then we are called on to walk by faith, not by sight, to keep our eyes on the prize. And the prize is not this world; it is not of this world, either.
I write this not to be argumentative, or to indict anyone – and let me just head some of you off the at the pass and declare that I am not saying “just throw America away!” … I am not saying “just lay down and surrender.” But I am saying this: understand that to some extent, things must happen in order for other things to happen, and that this world is a pit-stop, not a destination. We cannot forget that. Where you heart is, that is your treasure. I am embracing exile; I don’t want to tie my treasure to anything earthbound.
Like many things she says, it sticks with me, because in a lot of ways I feel the same. What’s happening now, and whatever results, is in truth nothing new in the history of man, no matter how modern it seems.
And yet, there’s a flipside, a counterpoint to that arc which helps to hold up the Keystone. This life is not the Deustination, it’s true. But this life, this living, this anomaly of time played out in the midst of eternity obviously matters, else why the process of birth and death and discovery and growth? Moments of timelessness, like the infinitesimal pause at the top of the swing’s arc on a moonlit night filled with high, innocent laughter, have a holiness all their own.
Not sure what I’m getting at, exactly; perhaps the point is to strive for the ideal while realizing that it is already, here and now. The vertical reaches down to the horizontal, ever and always; it is part of our task, here in the flatlands, to notice when it happens. There are treasures not of this world, but they are here, nonetheless, for all to see. We have an abundance of them, maybe moreso than at any point in history. They are absolutely worth defending.