The Awakening

"Everything sad is coming untrue." These words are not my own, but those of Tolkien in the last book of his Lord of the Rings trilogy. They were actually said as a question by Sam to Gandalf:  "Is everything sad going to come untrue?" The longing of this question resonates through my entire being, not just because I too echo Sam,  but because the question is the answer: "everything sad is coming untrue."  Meditate on these words for a moment. EVERYTHING sad is coming untrue. Think of what this means! Every hurt, sorrow, injustice, in every past, present and future, they will all be a once and long ago nightmare. These words are the very reason that I can laugh despite crushing sorrow and eyes overflowing. They are the reason that my anxious heart is quieted, because I know that "weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning (Psalm 30:5)."  They ignite a indescribable feeling of hope that causes laughter to burst forth, because I don't know what else to do but laugh in pure, unbridled joy. I wrote this piece called "Awakening" not long ago, its one of my favorite pieces that I have written, and it summarizes more of my feelings on the world:

    Suddenly it was too much. One more story of planes displaced, one more image of war weary, vacant eyed people, one more sound of humanity turning traitor to one another, one more despair story, and I too broke with despair. My heart grew heavy with a sadness that was not just my own, and I wept with shared tears, and my heart echoed the long ago cry of a ripped apart man before his death “My God my God, why have you forsaken us?” But then. Yes then, I saw it. I saw the dissolving and resolving of the world, and I saw everything sad coming untrue. For a moment time stood still, as I entered the Holy. This moment is Holy because I saw our awakening. When we were awakened, I saw our eyes dry and ancient longings fulfilled. We loved with a love that goes beyond our pale understanding of agape. We were LOVE because WE WERE LOVED.  Love walked with us and we were complete. He touched us and we were fire and refined, we were FINISHED. In this moment, I remember a promise from long ago: “Nevertheless, there will be no more gloom for those who were in distress.” I exit the Holy. Exhale. We will be made well.