My Life as a Puzzle Piece

How does it all fit?

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Here I am. Just trying to figure out how the random things in my life piece together to make the beautiful portrait that God is painting. How long will it take? FOREVER! Who am I? I'm not quite sure yet. Where will I be in 10 years? Do I dare dream?

Thursday, October 19, 2006

The One?

the search for wholeness is always brought back to one thing: love. It's in movie after movie. To be a seller point, love has to play some role. Even in some of the more violent films. Love still seems to conquer all. Take Moulin Rouge for example. Love conquers it all. Except for death. "come what may, I will love you, until my dying day."

Sex sells, but only because this culture has made it a distortion of love. Now people don't make love, they have sex. They fool around. They sleep with other people on a casual basis. They don't allow emotions to interfere with sex because, face it, emotions is what makes love and sex what they are.

Throughout this search, even finding "true love" as is portrayed on movies or fairy tales, it's still not enough in the "real" world. We have a fantasy realm in this culture that everything will be okay if we have someone to hold us at night. But even when we have this, we throw it away for someone else. Or we decide that it's too hard to be in this relationship so I'll break up and then find another one that makes me happier, just to find out I was happier with the first one.

I hate giving a cliche, but I only use them if I have experienced their truth. What is that one thing that can fill us? Where can we find the love that really lasts for eternity? Right in the Savior's arms. "I sing a simple song of love to my Savior, to my Jesus...My heart is glad that You've called me Your own and there's no place I'd rather be than in Your arms of love." It's such an old song, but it still almost makes me cry. For all the searching that this world does, it can all be solved in one moment. The moment you find Jesus. Not just some arbitrary "one". But the Savior. The Lover. The King of kings. The one who reaches down and holds the hand of the prostitute. The one who wraps His arms around the "unclean." The one who looks and says we are beautiful, even after He's seen the shame.

Why am I writing a blog about this? I guess it's because I wish so badly that everyone could feel this love. and maybe it's because I need to remind myself of this fact. No more searching. I've already found "the one".

1 Comments:

Blogger Samuel Hill said...

Very good summation of how things really are...

It was good to see you and hang out today

9:53 PM  

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