This morning I'm thinking about the unresolved stuff in my life--relationships, etc.-- not merely unresolved but seemingly unresolvable.
And I look around me and see that there is unresolved stuff in other people's lives too.
But there is a kind of painful beauty, even a glory in the unresolved...in the very fact that nothing's finished yet, that it's still all going on, molecule by molecule, nano-second by nano-second, generation by generation, visibly and invisibly...
In it. We are in it.
The end: inextricable from the process through which it is slowly and strangely revealed.
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4 comments:
Yes... I think that is why St. Paul says in Romans 5 "we are saved by hope". If all is resolved we have no reason to hope or believe beyond the delusions of this fragile existence. There is a beauty to a work not yet completed that we need to learn to see.
Thank you, S-P!
Amen to your remarks and s-p's, and I LOVE that painting (as always with yours).
Thank you, Anastasia, but it's not my painting! It's a photo I got from the internet! Happy Thanksgiving!
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