A Page Is Turned

Bebo hit it on the head, I think. We live in an epic. A story painted by the Author, infinitely greater and deeper than any Wheel of Time legend. And our lives are simply little shorts, 5,000 word snippits, just a fraction of the whole.

It’s fascinating how God concerns himself with the short stories, though. Not simply because they together weave the fabric of the whole, but because he really cares about the details. The God of Abraham, Isaac, Jacob, Joseph, Daniel, the Lord of Peter and Paul, John and Timothy and Barnabus and Stephen, has placed us next in that same heritage. We stand amid a mighty crowd of witnesses. And, in some way I may never see, his purposes for us, for me, are just as grand.

In more modern history, we look at men and esteem their accomplishments. For some reason, perhaps because I am a writer, I think particularly of C. S. Lewis. We know him for his work, his writings. He chronicled many profound truths inside the allegory of his fiction, painted for us the reality of spiritual warfare in works such as The Great Divorce.

But I don’t think that’s what mattered.

It is instead his life, his family, his friends, his ministry to those that God put close to him. I believe this is what carries the true weight in God’s eyes. How well this particular man did with these things, I do not know, but it reminds me what matters in this life, and it is profoundly simple.

And so a page is turned in this epic. The next thing in this life. I sit and continue to read, with eager anticipation, as the Author weaves his story, both the grand romance of this little planet amid a vast universe, and the tiny little side-plot that is my life.