In Search of Bee-You-Tea
Digging through some files on my puter, found these thoughts I wrote ages ago - dunno what brought them on, but thought I'd share...
Where does our recognition of beauty come from? The eye? the brain? the soul?
What is it that attracts us to it?
How is it defined?
How can the very Word, which spoke all of these 'beautiful' things into being, one whose face shines in splendour like the sun, be that same man who "had no beauty or majesty to attract us to him, nothing in his appearance that we should desire him." ?Isaiah 52:2.
Did He deliberately 'choose' an ugly face for himself to stop man from worshipping His sheer shining brilliance? Was this to reveal to us his true message, for those prepared to give an ordinary, maybe even an ugly man, the time of day to speak it, or live it? That we might believe what he said and did more than what he appeard to be?
To show man that faces and bodies are not worth worshipping, that the soul is the most vital beautiful part of each one of us? The part worth searching for and listening to. Within ourselves as much as within anyone else.
That Word of life, which spoke each of us into being, with words too precious and holy and beautiful for human lips to articulate, speaks in us still, and echos in every heart beat, every footstep, every blink of an eye.
Perhaps real beauty is that which is 'heard' or 'known' from somewhere inside of us; different and specific to each of us as fingerprints, yet constant and true in some reference to the faithful, unchanging one who sustains us, and in whom all things live and move and have their being.
Perhaps the beauty that we see with the eye is more transient, more superficial, more corruptable. Like the food that can only temporarily satisfy our hunger until the next meal, we have been surrounded by this beauty to satiate our need for His beauty, until the day when we will meet Him him who so perfectly meets us and we will gaze on His presence with eyes fit to see Him, and bodies no longer hungry.
How can the very Word, which spoke all of these 'beautiful' things into being, one whose face shines in splendour like the sun, be that same man who "had no beauty or majesty to attract us to him, nothing in his appearance that we should desire him." ?Isaiah 52:2.
Did He deliberately 'choose' an ugly face for himself to stop man from worshipping His sheer shining brilliance? Was this to reveal to us his true message, for those prepared to give an ordinary, maybe even an ugly man, the time of day to speak it, or live it? That we might believe what he said and did more than what he appeard to be?
To show man that faces and bodies are not worth worshipping, that the soul is the most vital beautiful part of each one of us? The part worth searching for and listening to. Within ourselves as much as within anyone else.
That Word of life, which spoke each of us into being, with words too precious and holy and beautiful for human lips to articulate, speaks in us still, and echos in every heart beat, every footstep, every blink of an eye.
Perhaps real beauty is that which is 'heard' or 'known' from somewhere inside of us; different and specific to each of us as fingerprints, yet constant and true in some reference to the faithful, unchanging one who sustains us, and in whom all things live and move and have their being.
Perhaps the beauty that we see with the eye is more transient, more superficial, more corruptable. Like the food that can only temporarily satisfy our hunger until the next meal, we have been surrounded by this beauty to satiate our need for His beauty, until the day when we will meet Him him who so perfectly meets us and we will gaze on His presence with eyes fit to see Him, and bodies no longer hungry.
2 comments:
thanks for sharing that!
THAT was beautiful... someday, when I have more time for quoting and I am back in my own country..I will quote you! Thank you!
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