How do you see the world? As a place of never-ending beauty? As a creation of someone or something so magnificent it defies words? Is it a place of stark reality where evil lurks and people can be so cruel, you question the very existence of God because of the dark rivers coursing through our hearts?
The old cliché of, “Do you see the glass as half empty or do you see it as half full?” seems to be a relevant question today in our world as we hurl towards the point of singularity, blending man’s technology with our humanity. We’re racing towards the future as we simultaneously entangle man’s evil desires with man’s good intentions to the point with every new technology. We’re speeding to a place where lines of morality become so blurred, we find it hard to even define, harder still to recognize that which is good and that which is evil. All the while, our racing thoughts and fears, and living life at breakneck speed trying to keep up with technology blind us to the beauty that eternally surrounds us.
If I plug into media, I can get worked up pretty quickly about all that ails the world. WARNING, WARNING—RED ALERT!! I cry out in futility on Facebook, to the people in my family, to friends who’ll feign interest. I get worked up over political issues and global issues that I totally have no control of, short of a prayer, and save possibly an occasional vote.
Diversity is so IN these days. Our diversity of culture, lifestyle, and ethnicity is easy to celebrate. But diversity of thought? Religion? Belief system? Well, that’s a different matter. It’s hard to accept others when their belief systems threaten ours, is perceived as evil, or is just plain misunderstood. We rally for equality and fairness, and yet how can we have either, when we are individually created, complete with independent free will to choose our thoughts and destiny. We want the world to just get along and live in harmony—as long as it’s our perception of harmony. Believe as I believe we want to shout from the mountain tops.
We can’t. I know this to be true just from living in my own family. I want others to be affected by beauty, by poetry, by music, by nature to the degree that I am affected. I want them to see the things that can bring me to my knees. Maybe someday. Not yet. We are not on the same page. It hurts so much sometimes. We look at the world so differently.
But I anger easily–at injustice, at cruelty, or at anything that threatens my perception of freedom or security for me—or others. I get so worked up and yet the same family members that miss what blows me away in terms of beauty or magnificence, also carry a peace that all will work out as it should. Sometimes they live by a faith undefined better than I do with an absolute clearness of what I believe.
It’s so easy to want others to see the world as we see it. We achieve joy and harmony when others feel like we do, to quote a great Peter Frampton song. Bliss. Yeah. Easier said than done.
Easy in music. Hard in life.
Maybe that’s why God gave us music. Art. Sunrises. Symphonies. Babies. Paintings. The Ocean. Sculpture. Mountains. Dance. Kisses in the rain. Tears. Pain. Joy.
We’re like puzzle pieces that interlock, but at only one juncture, not all. But when we find the one place that fits with one another and as we keep fitting the other side of ourselves with others, together we may solve the mystery of a broken people. All of our jagged pieces if assembled properly have the potential to coexist. But only if each individual wants it.
We are one. We are not the same. Definitely, not the same! Can you show some love today to someone not like you? Despite what drives you crazy about their beliefs? Despite their apathy? Despite their differences? Are you courageous enough to attempt coexistence? Even if you have to go first?
Is your faith so fragile you can’t tolerate that others choose differently?
Is your love conditional and limiting, or is it found in a freedom which renders it limitless?
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