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Thursday, February 20, 2014
Part 3: Connsumation: The End of All Things
The final stage in my salvation was consummation. The time when all things are made right, and crying will be a passing thought, a vapor in the wind of a life long past. The person who influenced my views of the afterlife was the literary genius C.S Lewis and this book The Last Battle.
The book goes in depth on the concept of corruption and failure and Evils temporary reign. But the ending of the book shocked me to the core. It was the last nail in the coffin of my belief. The moment when the 3 sections intersected.
When they crossed each other it revealed the most beautiful tapestry I have ever seen. A painting revealing a love story that defied reality, and how the most powerful and perfect being in all the universe saved us from our selves. How the pride of an individual led to corruption of the heart. How the only God made himself known. How millions died for this story founded in truth and relevance. Even though every odd was against them God moved their hands and they triumphed. How he did not choose the elite in mind, but the meek of soul. How he looked to his creation and saw a plan, a plan that was beyond what our finite minds can fathom.
So symmetrical...
Consummation was the final nail. It made so much sense I had to put down my book and smile. Close my eyes and imagine. Imagine a world without tears, a world without pain, a world free from my wants. A world he wanted. A world that needed death to know love. To show everyone that he was not hateful but loving. Not clueless but and artist. That he was not benevolent, but irresistible...
The greatest work of art in all of existence. So incredible, Complex, Spectacular, and Articulate.
And when I stood cold outside holding the very book thousands have died protecting...
Breath the air you crafted...
Stand on the ground you formed...
I smiled with the most reassurance, most peace I have ever felt in my entire life. And despite of the bitter cold that morning I looked outward and said;
"Come sooner..."
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