Northern tip of the Chesapeake Bay. The beauty of it got me thinking…
What purpose does it serve?
Yet beauty is all around us, giving us pause. Making us wonder, stopping us in our tracks to catch our breath.
Beauty calls to us, beckoning us into its presence. A presence we seem unable to gain. A presence just beyond our reach. Why does such a thing exist?
Beauty can never be possessed. It can only be beheld. Adored. Appreciated. Longed for. It gives us no benefit, except a yearning, for more beauty.
The Masters of Media have darkened our hearts. Bitterness and trouble are what they host. Only ugly makes the news. Beauty is homeless.
Every day we walk out into it. Not seeing most of it, but in desperate need of all of it. What is it for? Why is there so much of it in this frightened and fallen world? The glory of a landscape. The flight of a bird. The eyes of a child. The smile of a woman. Music and laughter and singing. s
God is far more generous than most of us give him credit for.
Beauty is neither random nor accidental. It is the mercy and kindness of God scattered throughout the lives of his stubborn and wayward children. Children who can get so lost in the art they forget there is an artist.
Beauty is free. It is a gift to us all. And it is everywhere. It is made for our pleasure. But it is also a signpost, pointing us back to the mind from which it sprang. The beautiful One. The One who made us for himself, and for beauty.
“…the whole earth is full of his glory”