Things are they were meant to be April 27, 2010
“I can see many things far off,
but many things close at hand
I cannot see,” Gandalf did say.
Aptly did he put it then.
The future distant I know.
Tomorrow is as far away
as the dark side of the moon:
240 million miles plus the orb’s dark diameter.
What lies ahead in the next
day,
week,
month?
The twists and turns of the road
I cannot see.
All that I have been shown is the
final destination.
Perhaps I ought to be thankful
for having at least seen so much.
Perhaps others
are not so blessed.
But still, to know where one is going,
and not know how one is getting there,
needs more than mere mortal trust:
faith, once again, is needed.
Do I trust myself to the threads of fate?
A path marked out carefully,
long ago,
before time itself.
The path that ought be taken.
Predestination? Hardly.
Rather:
Things as they were meant to be.
Long before the fall
of the father of lies
in his moment of pride
from heaven:
Things as they were meant to be.
See the world as it should have been.
As it still, sometimes, manages to be:
Something more than merely fallen dust.
Redeemed.
We would be dust if it were not for
the body and the blood
of Christ.
Amen, we say, we believe.
We say we believe.
But do we?
Faith is function, not a constant.
It is in revealed in its action:
in its growth, in its change.
The derivative of faith
must be positive.
Things as they were meant to be.
Made possible (once again)
by the body and the blood,
redeeming Adam and Eve’s fall.
Things as they were meant to be.
Do more than think, write, ponder them:
live them, be them, do them.
Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.
Living with a faith beyond understanding,
beyond comprehension, for it comes before time:
the reality that unfolds around us is purposeful.
This existence has meaning.
Things as they were meant to be.
The meaning is in the doing.
The faith is in the action.
The love is in the living.