There are few things in life that remain exactly as they were. That moment when the sunset reflects perfectly off the water, casting an image so spectacular that it seems as though time stands still. The way in which the sunflowers dance to the song of the wind accompanied by the beautiful melody from the birds above. The fresh smell of finely cut wood meticulously crafted to create that perfect chair. The love that flows through the newly married couple as they stare into each other’s eyes, lost in the ecstasy of that moment. If only we could bottle those experiences. If only we could save them for a difficult time when all we needed was the encouragement of a laugh or the security of a vow; That every laugh, every tear, every leaf that falls, every vow that is exchanged, they are all miracles.
Yet as the seasons come and go these moments slowly fade until only a distant memory remains. Soon, it becomes just another sunset, and those flowers become a flattened path for our wandering feet to follow. That song that once played so clearly in our ears becomes drowned out by the droves of mediocre music. Vows that once seemed impossible to break now seem almost unbearable to keep. How quickly we move on, one minute captivated by the brilliance of the sun, the next minute cursing its heat. It is true that nothing remains as it is. The rocking chair that swung almost effortlessly now creaks as though the next lucky reader will wind up on the floor. We take photo after photo in an attempt to make time stand still, and though we can capture that moment in pixels, the truth is those pixels bear no life. They simply reflect something that once was.
Though this may sound like a depressing and bleak way to view things, just maybe the fragility of life and the reality that everything is constantly changing is there to remind us of something. From the first cry of a newborn to their last breath on earth, it is all saying something. Nothing lasts, from dust we were brought forth and to dust we shall return. In an effort to make time stand still we have lost sight of the one who exists outside of time. The one who never grows old, the one who’s song is just as sweet as the day it was brought forth. Whose vows are just as sure as when they were first given. We spend far too much time grasping for the temporal that we forget the temporal is there to draw us to the eternal. This draws me to the psalmist’s words:
“Of old you founded the earth, and the heavens and the work of your hands. Even they will perish, but you endure; And all of them will wear out like a garment; like clothing you will change them and they will be changed. But you are the same, and your years will not come to an end”(Psalm 102:25-27, ESV).
Again, in Ecclesiastes, the writer Solomon says, “He has made everything beautiful in its time. Also, he has put eternity into man’s heart, yet so that he cannot find out what God has done from the beginning to the end”(Ecclesiastes 3:11).
Despite the continual changes we experience in this life, there is a God who never changes. His love always delivers, and his arms never grow tired. His grace is always sufficient while his mercy is as vast as the ocean. Truly, nothing can separate us from his love, even death is merely a gateway into the fullness of his love. So we set our gaze upon Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, the one who willingly laid down his life to save us. He alone is the object of our hope.
Behold, a day is coming when He will make all things new and the former things shall not be remembered, but until then we remain, between the already and the not yet. Between the longings and the heartaches. Between the laughter and tears, awaiting a home that never changes.