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What explains this inherent longing for Paradise—

a Perfect World—the realm of our daydreams…

this intuitive knowing of the way things ought to be…

our natural leanings toward noble ideals

of goodness…


and the sickened disgust of all that is corrupt?

How we cringe when the innocent suffer,

under the rising weight of oppression,


the flaunting of deception, the promotion of lies,

when evil in whatever form prevails, unhindered,

unrecognized by some, incapable of stopping it by others…

How we hide our own wretchedness,

our miserable afflictions of self…

And how loudly we cheer,

when goodness wrestles its way to the top of the heap,

crosses the finish line,

or makes an indelible mark on the pages of history!

He has made everything beautiful in its time. Also He has put eternity in their hearts…  –  Ecclesiastes 3:11

Eternity in our hearts.

Is that not the answer to all our puzzlings

when no matter how long, how hard we try,

how precise and thorough our laborings,

how lofty our dreams—

at the end of every effort,

if we’re completely honest,

we look right in the face of individual, errant humanity.


The fulfillment of Eternity’s promise lies in the act, the very Person of Redemption—

not in our attempts at constructing perfection.

What other explanation could there be for this co-existence

of Divine wholeness within Human frailty?

These all died in faith, not having received the promises, but having seen them afar off were assured of them, embraced them and confessed that they were strangers and pilgrims on the earth.  For those who say such things declare plainly that they seek a homeland.  And truly if they had called to mind that country from which they had come out, they would have had opportunity to return.  But now they desire a better, that is, a heavenly country. Therefore God is not ashamed to be called their God, for He has prepared a city for them.  –  Hebrews 11:13-16

The best we can do is open our hearts to the Eternal One,

inviting, receiving, allowing

His goodness, rightness, Divineness,

to flow from our fragile beings.

And for the time that is now, to remember:

We were fashioned for another world…

our daily longings for Utopia are merely the taste

for something better—

for the place where God is,

the place we were ultimately created for.


At present we are on the outside… the wrong side of the door. We discern the freshness and purity of morning, but they do not make us fresh and pure. We cannot mingle with the pleasures we see. But all the pages of the New Testament are rustling with the rumor that it will not always be so. Someday, God willing, we shall get “in”… We will put on glory… that greater glory of which Nature is only the first sketch.  –  C.S. Lewis