WHAT WE CAN’T DEFINE
For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us. Romans 8:18
I was so moved this morning by a C.S. Lewis quote from his book, Weight of Glory. He defines glory as ‘a longing for something that can hardly be expressed.’ The angst I live with when suffering renders me speechless. Glory does the same. I want something deep in my soul and I just know it’s not available to me yet.
I am choosing to quote Lewis because it just may move you as well.
“We are to shine as the sun, we are to be given the Morning Star. I think I begin to see what it means. In one way, of course, God has given us the Morning Star already; you can go and enjoy the gift on many fine mornings, if you get up early enough. What more, you may ask, do we want? Ah, but we want so much more—something the books on aesthetics take little notice of. But the poets and mythologies know all about it. We do not want merely to see beauty, though, God knows, even that is bounty enough. We want something else which can hardly be put into words—to be united with the beauty we see, to pass into it, to receive it into ourselves, to bathe in it, to become part of it. …
That is why the poets tell us such lovely falsehoods. They talk as if the west wind could really sweep into a human soul; but it can’t. They tell us that “beauty born of murmuring sound” will pass into a human face; but it won’t. Or not yet. For if we take the imagery of Scripture seriously, if we believe that God will one day give us the Morning Star and cause us to put on the splendor of the sun, then we may surmise that both the ancient myths and modern poetry, so false as history, may be very near the truth as prophecy.
At present we are on the outside of the world, the wrong side of the door. We discern the freshness and purity of the morning, but they do not make us fresh and pure. We cannot mingle with the splendors we see. But the leaves of the New Testament are rustling with the rumor that it will not always be so. Some day, God willing, we shall get in.”
For any who are crushed beneath the weight of pain and words are not adequate to paint the anguish you are experiencing, the same will one day be true – but of glory, not suffering. That is our hope and part of the miracle of sustaining grace.
I am often like a fussy child not knowing what I want but hating how I feel. You know what I want and I’m destined to have all that and more. Fill my heart with the hope of glory. Amen