So I finished watching that movie that was made about Justin Bieber the other night..yes I can admit it..it happened. And, I can admit I have seen worse movies. I wasn't caught by it. I'm not a Belieber and definitely didn't catch Bieber Fever, but I will say this. It made you believe in something.
It was weird but when he was on the stage and there were thousands of overcome girls singing along, knowing all the words, and celebrating his music, his life, and somehow the something greater that was in him, it made me want the same thing. No, I don't want to be on stage, and I don't want tens of thousands of people screaming after me because they think I am the answer to the ache in their hearts. I'm becoming quit content in my nights alone and days at the sea side. No, I mean I want to be celebrated like that. I want to think that life is meant for something more than heartache and death. It feels like we should all be destined for such a place, a place where we are celebrated and that eternity itself along with all she bears should know us, know us as we are, and were, and are becoming. I suppose we all would like to know that we are more than the stories our lives have told and that there is ought that is in us, and value too. There is something that recognizes the need for more and at the same time the infinite value of our own souls. C.S. Lewis once said “I do not have a soul. I have a body. I am a soul.” I agree.
Justin's story is just one of the thousands that reach our ears in a lifetime that perk our souls towards that something greater calling us from beyond the day to day humdrum of life and work. Some have taken advantage, others have let it slip away, but either way the worth is there. Someday I believe we will know that worth that is in us. It will not just be an echo in our hearts of the long forgotten story forged into our very being. We are more than our live's deeds or accomplishments. We are the eternal put down on paper, God's workmanship in progress.
His brokenness allows for me to be celebrated...And if we trust Him, we will see it, we will know our glory as His, and viceaversa. We were meant for it, and so our stories, our spirits, call out for something more here. They long to celebrate and be celebrated, because we were made for a celebrations that this life cannot fulfill.
...But whether we reach out and take God's hands in trust or not, until the day we die we bear the marks of God, His image. We are the infinitely valuable and His worth has grown roots into our own.
Thanks,
JS
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