A Word To My Reader
I am not a perfect voice calling out in the dark, but a broken voice calling out in the dark. I have not said anything perfectly, nor have I ever touched on perfection flawlessly. Every element I speak on found here will fall short on every degree because of the breadth and width of which the topic expands (both logically and emotionally). In fact the only thing I can come closest to in explaining perfectly would be my brokenness, because that, I know better than perfection. I can only try to speak about the glimpses of perfection I have seen in my life. Please bear that in mind as you read. I hope that these compositions can bring further light to the honest depths and heights that life teaches us about ourselves, the world around us, and the starter of this all, God.
As Phillip Lopate says, in reading this you will learn more about my “habits of thought” than the activities that actually make up my day to day. I do not assume that most will want to read any of this, but for the one who is feeling lost or confused, for the one who is trying to find reason to keep living, for the one who is fighting against himself, others, or his God, and desiring to better understand why, I hope these pieces of writing might be a friend to you. I hope they push you to press on, to appreciate living (and working), to appreciate the smallest of moments with a family member, close friend, or stranger. I hope they move you to explore and imagine, to find the “why” behind anything, and to trust that though we have a finite understanding, the One who is infinite has been made accessible to mankind. Mankind meaning you and me, and there is no small amount of peace to be found in that truth.
P.S. I attached a song to the bottom of each composition to accompany its reading. Enjoy!
Hope Is Greater Than Fear
(July 28, 2020)
I must remember that hope is greater than fear. For every one that desires the harm of another, there is also one who desires their protection. For every one that believes the first word on the street, there is also a critical thinker challenging it behind closed doors. For every one who schemes to take advantage of the lowly, there is one who wishes to support them in their growth and rise to glory. For every one who spreads lies for their own gain, there is also one who will seek truth even at their own loss. And with each yelling match witnessed in media, there are also constructive conversations happening between loved ones in homes.
I do not trust the hearts of man, and yet, I trust the hearts of man.
With every group of sheep that starts being swept away, hope still remains; sheep can think for themselves, and there are some who hear a voice of challenge and questioning. For there is always a discussion happening in the unseen, an inner dialogue within the minds of every man, between himself and himself—heart and mind. And God is also found there, and He, a part of the conversation.
The race of man is never entirely lost. Hope is greater than fear.
But hope stays alive in our hearts only as long as we choose to have it.