Awhile back I had lunch in a place that overlooked a stretch of water, complete with scraggly-looking Cypress trees, moss, and the sort of brownish greenish water that you see in the bayous of Louisiana. Eating crab cakes and looking at that setting gave me warm fuzzy feelings. Those are my roots.
Many of you have never seen that setting nor eaten chicken gumbo or crawdads. It sounds gross to you and the brownish water with Cypress trees would not look pretty to you. You don't find beauty there. I do because I'm from there.
So it is with life and God. When you search for beauty that you can't seem to find in what you do, where you live today, it may be because you were made for a different country. If you're Peter in the Chronicles of Narnia it's Aslan's Land. If you're Frodo, it's the Shire. If you're human, it's anywhere Jesus is.
As humans, if we're honest, we admit that we desire things that simply can't be found "under the sun." Vacation doesn't quite do it. Drugs only mask the discontent. Beauty, wherever we find it, only beckons us but we are never fully able to embrace it. Everything leaves us a bit unsatisfied.
That's because you were made for more than can be found "under the sun."
If we find ourselves with a desire that nothing in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that we were made for another world (C.S. Lewis)
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