I’ve often wondered why dark menacing
clouds approaching from the horizon are so beautiful. I vividly
remember one of the more awe-inspiring and spiritual moments of my
life occurred while walking along Lake Michigan, on the campus of
Northwestern University, on a windy, blustery day. A violent storm
was rolling in, and the clouds crashed around like waves and were
periodically illuminated from within by severe lightening. An ominous storm was coming, but I didn’t think that I should hurry
home. I just stood there, struck by the beauty of it all.
Beautiful dark skies over a Kansas field. image source. |
Perhaps, our souls are just as
out-of-tune as reality—our hearts and reality playing the same
wrong note in the same wrong key. Or, maybe there is something to be
appreciated about darkness. I think it is the latter.
Caravaggio's "Deposition from the Cross", 1602 |
This means there is a purpose to our
pain and our darkness. The brokenness of our lives will be redeemed
for the beautiful story they make. Death, disease, pain, brokenness,
hatefulness, poverty, and loss do not stand in equal opposition to
the the Light. They stand in subjection to it. As Joseph told his
brothers who sold him into slavery and faked his death, “You meant
evil against me, but God meant it for good...that many people should
be kept alive...” (Gen. 50:20, ESV)
There are, no doubt, forces of evil
that are morally culpable for the pain caused in this life. But, pain
is allowed to remain for a purpose. Perhaps that purpose is beauty.