Saturday, November 17, 2007

short sermon

They say that everything happens for a reason. That it all works out in the end. Well, of course it all works out in the end. No matter what the outcome, what the solution, it works out. Even death is a resolution. I don’t believe that everything happens for a reason. Children are not molested for a reason. Genocide is not attempted for a reason (at least not for a good reason). Earthquakes and hurricanes are not accomplished for a higher purpose. Cheese does not grow green mold for the sake of enlightenment—it just does. Period. Life sucks sometimes, simply because sometimes life sucks. People die because, well, people die. Hearts break because that is what they do best.
That is a lie! Sorry. Breaking is not what hearts do best, if though they have a disposition that ensures that occurrence. Loving is what hearts do best. Imperfectly, clumsily, sporadically, and at times even selfishly. No matter how you cut it, though, human hearts (like Dunkyn’s) were made to love and to do so deeply.
While I have not had the most dramatic, the most riveting, the most horrific, or the most wonderful life over my twenty-eight years, there has not been one day of my life that has not been drenched in love—even when I felt none. If there is anything I want out of life, it is love. If there is anything I want to pass on to others, it is love. If there is anything I covet, it is love.

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