I have had these golden moments.
They are connected to others, sometimes. Or something in me. Or something about the world. Often times, it is a combination. A perfect moment with people who I love in a beautiful place. Or a moment when I was doing what I know I must have been made to do, a moment when I forget my worries and my own petty limitations…
I know that you have had these moments, too.
For better or worse, we have had the opposite of these moments. Conspiracies of our factors beyond our control our baggage, betrayal and hurt that runs so deep.
There is an obvious question about these extremes: Is it worth it? Are those moments of good worth putting up with the bad? Perhaps this implies a related question: Which happen more often? It feels like this one is a no-brainer. Certainly, the bad times some times feel a lot more prevalent, sometimes.
But these are the wrong questions, I think. There is a more important question.
What is the universe?
Is one of these extremes the fundamental nature of the world? Is one an abberation? Is the world just a mish-mash, of the good and bad all mixed up together?
Faith, for me, is trust that the good is the most basic part of the universe: no matter how deeply things have been broken and perverted, there is something beneath that is better. Beneath the surface of our personalities, beneath the pettiness and anger and hate. And beneath the surface of the world. The created world is like a lottery ticket, there is this thin, grey covering, and it is hiding riches beneath.
The source of love, the author of mercy invented power itself. The world sprang up out of his kindness. He made us and placed his reflection within us. This is not a denial of evil, not a minimization of your hurt or my hurt. It is a proclamation that these things are not the last word. There is so much more.