Yesterday I said, “If we are saved, if we live through it, if we make it to the other side, we rejoice in our good fortune and clever choices and divine favor.” And here we are at today, having made it through to the other side. Now the sun sets on a glorious day, and if I hadn’t seen yesterday’s terrible storm with my own eyes, I wouldn’t have believed it. If I had seen only today and not experienced yesterday, I would have said the writer was exaggerating.
Now that I am on the
“other side,” shall I rejoice in my good fortune, clever choices, and divine
favor? Yes, I am happy to be alive and
to have made it through the terrible storm.
But . . . divine favor? I am not
sure about that. To the Earth, one day
is no better or worse than any other day.
They are all days, and therefore, they are all perfect and exactly as
they should be. It is only people with
their subjective egos who think they can decide what is awful and what is
glorious, what is divine and what is hellish.
Allow me, then, my
imperfections, if only for today. Saying
goodnight to the Earth and the Sun on what I choose to call a strikingly
beautiful day gives me cause to celebrate my good fortune and clever choices. My job, for another day, is to be able to see
just as much beauty in the terrible, terrible storm and icy death as I see in
the setting sun. Then, perhaps, I will
have deserved divine favor.
The calm after the storm. |