I remember sitting in upper level English comp. classes at the Christian college I attended. We explored the purpose of art and of writing, learning about the call of God's children in a broken world. The world seems like chaos--hopeless chaos if we discount the redemptive work of Christ and the vestiges of His perfect creation still lingering among us. As Christians, we are called to look truthfully into the darkness and disorder without minimizing or dismissing it. And always, always, we are to shed God's light there.
But just now, I feel my perspective has taken a dizzying turn. Instead of gazing out into a wild universe and tracing God's redemption woven through it, I find myself looking inward and finding bewildering confusion. The chaos isn't just out there. It seems to be inside me, too. And yet, somehow, God reaches into this tangle and draws out a long, straight line of everyday grace. I do not understand it, but I think it's beautiful, and I'm awfully glad He does it.
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