Friday, February 18, 2011

The End of the Story

Have you ever been watching a movie and gotten to an especially tense part where the protagonist is at the end of his/her rope, standing on the edge of an unbelievably high cliff at gunpoint with venomous adders slithering about? Then you realize, It's only 53 minutes into the movie! They can't die yet!

But still, you're nervous.

You're on edge.
You're holding your breath.

You know the end of the story (the adders discover the piece of cheddar in the gun-wielder's pocket, giving the hero just enough time to grasp the skids of the helicopter swooping by, flying to safety). You know that the hero rides/walks/drives into the sunset with his/her one true love; you just don't know what color the sunset will be or the make of the car.

And yet, you fear.

You know there's a happily ever after, yet you get caught up in the moment of distress, and it's all you feel.

Behold, I come quickly, that you may be where I am. There will be no more sorrow nor death.
Joy. Everlasting, eternal, unfathomable joy.

We know the end of the story. So why are we caught up, engrossed, in our troubles?

1 comment:

Debbie said...

I like this thought!