This is how it tends to occur
(or so I hear):
A drastic shakeup,
A bitter hurt,
A time of searching,
and finally
a return to living.
Been hangin’ around with the pain for a while
It’s not so bad once you get used to it.
Spent some time the past few days
dying.
But also,
I’ve taken to praying again,
praying and reading,
searching for an answer.
They say there is One who holds it all together.
I’ve heard all the stories,
maybe even talked with Him from time to time.
Did I ever tell you about the Mesons?
Here’s the deal:
When we produce them on the ground, they barely move
(as one measures Meson speeds).
But in the sky, they come alive!
Cosmic rays spewing forth invisible life,
traveling at 98% of the speed of light!
But the important part is this:
the cosmic Meson lives 5 times longer than its caged brethren.
A discrepancy in perception of time.
I don’t understand the general theory of relativity.
I don’t even understand the special theory of relativity.
I don’t understand black holes, Meson lifetimes, or the proof of Fermat’s Last Theorem.
I don’t understand why things have happened this way.
But I do know this:
A world without pain is a world without suffering.
And in such a world, it could never be said,
“This is love, not that we loved God
but that He loved us
and sent His Son…”
In the world that my heart craves today,
my God could have never demonstrated his love for us in this:
“While we were still sinners,
Christ died for us.”
In that world, God would have no way of showing us the depths of His love.
We may never push the beds together again,
but
I do still believe that the One who holds the future
holds a future for us.
Even if I don’t understand the way He’s chosen to bring us there.
