Ever come across a passage in a piece of fiction that makes you stop to ponder and savor a bit of musing with the author, as if beside a slightly ajar gate pointing to something you shouldn’t miss? Such is this one I ambled upon the other day…
Tidbits from D. E., Me… and Matthew…
“A bird singing in a pear tree brings back my childhood, and an orchard knee-deep in grass. Richard stands before me with the sun shining in his fair hair. “Have a bite, Hessy,” he says – and the strange sour tang of that pear makes my mouth water at this very moment.
How nice it is to lie here in blameless idleness and let vagrant memories flow through my body like a cool stream!
Somewhere in the world there must be a formula (am I trembling upon it now?) which, could I but grasp it, would reveal to me the Secret of the Universe. For there must be a secret of course; the world would never roll over and over on its way through Time and Space if everyone’s thoughts were as vagrant and purposeless as mine. This secret, once known, would string my thoughts together like a necklace of pearls.
But where to look for the secret – where to find it? Those mountains, dreaming so peacefully in the sunshine – do they possess it?
Could I wrest it from their eternal silence?
Shall I find it in the swallow’s jagged flight, as it darts across the garden in pursuit of flies?
Shall I find it in the call of the cuckoo, echoing sadly from the pine-clad hills?
Or is it hidden deep in the hearts of human beings – a piece here and a piece there – so that if you could find all the pieces and fit them together, the puzzle would be complete?
But the hearts of human beings are so difficult to find – people are so sealed up in themselves, withdrawn behind impenetrable barriers.”
~ D. E. Stevenson, Mrs. Tim Christie of the Regiment
Today, as the Spirit rings round our hearts, might He be stringing pearls of our thoughts?
Somewhere… a lark sings.
The shape and curve of a lovely old building wings memories of days and times of walking in the cool of the garden… with Him…
White puffs scamper across the blue fields of sky like woolly lambs skipping for joy, reminding you to stop, feel His breezes caress your face…
Let us not seal Him up within ourselves… for He has put His treasure in us, His earthen vessels…
“Here’s another way to put it:
You’re here to be light, bringing out the God-colors in the world.
God is not a secret to be kept.
We’re going public with this, as public as a city on a hill.
If I make you light-bearers, you don’t think I’m going to hide you
under a bucket, do you? I’m putting you on a light stand.
Now that I’ve put you there on a hilltop, on a light stand—shine!
Keep open house; be generous with your lives.
By opening up to others, you’ll prompt people to open up with God,
this generous Father in heaven.
~ Matthew 5: 14-16, The Message
© Pam Depoyan