As I read the very lofty title in the URL bar that sits just at the tip of my peripheral vision, I am awed. How can we not fear what is unknown? How can we possibly find ourselves in a place of peace?
I often find myself wondering about those in this world with nothing to believe in. To live an existence without some sort of light in the darkness must cause an ache that rings throughout the whole of one's life. Unquenchable. The mere thought of having nothing to hope for, nothing outside of this world, outside of our own existence helps to define misery. I can think of no better word. Suffering is simply inadequate because without suffering we know not the quiet of Heavenly Peace. Sorrow isn't applicable, because without the pains of suffering we would not know pure joy. But misery...misery.
I have to admit, the unknown terrifies me. But I think it ironic that although the unknown implies that I am clueless, it does not call me to a place of darkness. I do know some things. I do know that it is only in the unknown that we find what we truly know. It is in the purely irrational that Truth lies. It makes no sense, rationally, that the King of Kings would come into this world to be scorned, hated, battered, bruised, humiliated- crucified. And yet, in this, we find all that we know be True. Therefore, in that, I will place all of my trust.
All that I have and all that I am.
"All roads lead to Rome." I found that out the hard way...but out of that phrase, that journey, where my life has lead me since, I have discovered that all roads, every Tuscan dirt thoroughfare, every Florentine highway, lead directly to Rome. Rome is at the center of it all; it is the core. And my life, every struggle, every triumph, every dirty rest stop in which the stalls quietly sit begging for toilet paper, calls me Home. How I get there, I leave to You, my God and my King, because all I can do is HOPE.