Romance Transcends Logic
I was riding the shuttle bus from terminal one to terminal two for the second time. The first time around, I had missed my stop by not realizing that the bus stopped once for multiple gates. The lady sitting next to me was complaining about the hard time she and her party were having figuring out where they should get off. She leaned to me and said with her thick Italian accent, "There is no logic in France." A simple comment, but it struck me in a funny way. I began to think that here in Paris, they don't want to be known for logic. This is the city of romance. At Charles DeGaule Airport this attitude is evident. The main terminal is very stylistic. Moving walkways go up and down at odd angles through glass tubes in the center of the building. It all looks beautiful but makes no sense. Just to get from the 2nd floor to the 1st I had to ride the walkway to the 3rd floor and then take the elevator to the 1st floor. Romance over Logic, Form over Function, Frustration for weary travelers.
I thought about the lady's comment and immediately found an application for my life. When it comes to my relationship with my Lord, romance should transcend logic. I have spent too much time in my life trying to understand the technical details of the Christian faith. Trying to "get it right". Oh, if I had spent a bit more time learning how much He loves me and in turn, loving the people in my life! I'm sure there would have been less frustration and more peace.
After I found my way to the right gate and boarded the plane, I sat next to a beautiful girl who was returning home to Romania after running a marathon in France. We got to talking about life in Romania versus life in America. She had traveled the US and was very impressed with how good we have it. She said life in Romania was "...just different. You'll see." I told her that I had heard that Romanian families were very close and depend on one another. She agreed. I told her that that was one thing America lacked. She said she had noticed and asked me why that was. I told her that life was indeed good in America -- too good. Our lifestyle allows us to be individuals. We don't need each other to get by. My new friend nodded her agreement and said that now it made sense to her. She told me about living with her extended family and how they had come through hard times together. She said that the only thing keeping her in Romania was her family. She would not be willing to move away from those she loved no matter how much better life may be in another part of the world.
The way she feels about her family is the way I feel about my church. The difference is that if I move away, I can find my family wherever I go. "For whoever does the will of My Father who is in heaven, he is my brother and sister and mother."
I thought about the lady's comment and immediately found an application for my life. When it comes to my relationship with my Lord, romance should transcend logic. I have spent too much time in my life trying to understand the technical details of the Christian faith. Trying to "get it right". Oh, if I had spent a bit more time learning how much He loves me and in turn, loving the people in my life! I'm sure there would have been less frustration and more peace.
After I found my way to the right gate and boarded the plane, I sat next to a beautiful girl who was returning home to Romania after running a marathon in France. We got to talking about life in Romania versus life in America. She had traveled the US and was very impressed with how good we have it. She said life in Romania was "...just different. You'll see." I told her that I had heard that Romanian families were very close and depend on one another. She agreed. I told her that that was one thing America lacked. She said she had noticed and asked me why that was. I told her that life was indeed good in America -- too good. Our lifestyle allows us to be individuals. We don't need each other to get by. My new friend nodded her agreement and said that now it made sense to her. She told me about living with her extended family and how they had come through hard times together. She said that the only thing keeping her in Romania was her family. She would not be willing to move away from those she loved no matter how much better life may be in another part of the world.
The way she feels about her family is the way I feel about my church. The difference is that if I move away, I can find my family wherever I go. "For whoever does the will of My Father who is in heaven, he is my brother and sister and mother."
posted by Amy at 2:33 PM
2 Comments:
Hi Dave,
I received your reply to my comment on Wayne's blog. Reading your post here made me think of why I made the comment.
I could spend my life cutting off hands and plucking out eyes and I would surely need to cut out my tonque, not to offend in any way. The grace of God shows me that what Jesus did nullifies the need for all that. Now I can simply rest in the relationship that He initiated with me through the new covenant. No more law abiding commands to pur ourselves through all manner of painful works to make myself acceptable to Him. He made me acceptable at the cross.
Thanks for your comment my friend. I too am part of that family. If you are ever in West Virginia look me up and spend some time with your brother.
Dave,
So well said. And I suspect that in the future here in America, things will happen to force us to need each other more, which might be a good thing, at least from a kingdom perspective.
And, on an unrelated note, I miss you & your family as well.
Greg
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