Lenten devotionals: day 25


I believe in the Holy Spirit,
      the holy catholic* church,
      the communion of saints,
      the forgiveness of sins,
      the resurrection of the body,
     and the life everlasting.

Salvador Dali
Persistence of Memory

There’s no time for us
There’s no place for us
What is this thing that builds our dreams
Yet slips away from us?

Who wants to live forever?
Who wants to live forever?

Brian May famously poses this question.

Philosopher John Gray writes

Only creatures that live in passing time can know moments of undying value. There are no such moments in a life that can never end. In such a life there’s nothing to treasure, nothing that has value because it cannot come again. Our lives have meaning because they are bounded by death.

As humans we are bound by time. Our bodies work well when we keep to a natural rhythm. Our lives are dictated by work schedules, family activities and community commitments.

As the years roll by the frailty of human life becomes more evident. It seems like only yesterday our children were learning to walk, talk, cutting their first teeth and then attending school for the time. Now we watch them become independent, leave home, learn responsibility living their own lives.

Whereas when we were younger, we wanted everything now. We rushed through our days impatient to learn, grow, get, have and control. Now we wish time would just stand still allowing us to appreciate the beauty of a sunset, the dawn chorus, a rainbow arched across the sky or the luxury of that last balmy, fall evening before winter sets in.

Yet, we enjoy these moments because we know that they are transitory. The same physical body that rebels at the passage of time, that tires too easily, that aches after strenuous exercise, and struggles with failing faculties, learns to value each and every moment we exist.

In those timeless moments of sheer delight in experiencing the unexpected our souls soar. There is a glimpse through the earthly realm to the eternal home. We hear the perfect chord. We taste ambrosia in the bite of fresh bread and sip of clear stream water. The iron smell of earth during a storm is the perfect bouquet to the sight of pure light flashing across the dark sky preparing us for the crash boom of the thunder. In these we witness the power of God. Who wants to live forever?

On this earth with its limitations no.

Existing out of time and space in a reality that we as yet only experience in flash bursts of spiritual insight?

Come Lord quickly.


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