|Wrecked car, near Goulburn, NSW (Photographed by Toby :)|
In the ebb and flow of life, there are weeks that seem more laden with tragedy than others. The reality, of course, is that life is both beautiful and terrible, and at every given moment, unspeakable atrocities, unremitting tragedy and unrelenting pain are present, somewhere. Often much closer to my own "safe" world than I care to realise.
This morning, I read a post by Winn Collier, whose beautiful thoughts and writing are so often a source of inspiration to me. His most recent post begins with the following quote from author, Jack London:
"The most beautiful stories always start with wreckage."
The quote, along with Winn's own wonderful words, reminds me that my own story is one that has repeatedly "begun with wreckage". I have lived through grinding hopelessness, and found hope again, beyond all reason and expectation. I have found myself, trapped in ugliness, the recipient of grace. I am living through "insoluble difficulties", and finding myself participating in the solution. It has been SO. FAR. from instant. It is not finished. But it is beautiful.
In the course of my own stumbling walk, I have seen echoes of the same kind of story (or perhaps, my story is the echo) in the narratives of the Bible. Its pages are full of horror, atrocity, adultery, slavery, and gut-wrenching tragedy. Yet woven through these events is hope and redemption. I don't see any "magic formula" or instant, easy answer in its pages. What I do see, is the same God who formed the world from chaos, and mankind from dust (deem it allegorical, if you wish) continuing to be present, and to somehow breathe life and beauty into the most hopeless and life-destroying situations so that again and again, something beautiful is resurrected, and love, not death, is the victor.