A starry night...
The view got me thinking (it doesn't take much). The stars are always there, just not always visible. It depends largely on our vantage point. There have been two places that have afforded me the vantage point of seeing millions of stars: Colorado and Saint Albain, France. I wish that my camera was capable of capturing the view, so I could share it with you. The thing I've noticed is that you must escape the light of your surroundings inorder to enjoy the light of the sky. The only reason I could view the stars was because my surroundings were dark, no bright city lights clouding my view. No great mystery there.
I have found that this principle is true in life as well. The more cluttered my world becomes the harder it is to see the beauty and the light of the simple things. When I pull myself away , whether by will or by circumstance, from the significance I ascribe to task and the meaning found in relationships, it forces me to think about where I find meaning. Does meaning come from what I do, who I know, or from something outside of myself? Something about being in a foreign country, away from all of the familiar that gets a person thinking about such things.
Here are the lyrics to a song by David Crowder that capture this thought. May the beauty of life not fade with the temporal, but live on in eternity by the stepping outside of self and reflecting light.
Stars by David Crowder
you should see the stars tonight
how they shimmer shine so bright
against the black they look so white
comin down from such a height
to reach me now, reach me now
you should see the moon in the flight
cuttin cross the misty night
softly dancin in sunshine
reflections of this light
reach me now, you reach me now
and how could such a thing
shine its light on me
and make everything beautiful again
and you should feel the sun in the spring
comin out after a rain
suddenly all is green
sunshine on everything
i can feel it now, i feel you now
and how could such a thing
shine its light on me
and make everything beautiful
and you should hear the angels sing
all gathered round their king
more beautiful than you could dream
i've been quietly listening
you can hear 'em now, i hear em now
and how could such a king
shine His light on me
and make everything beautiful
and i wanna shine
i wanna be light
i wanna tell you it'll be alright
and i wanna shine and i wanna fly
just to tell you now
it'll be alright, it'll be alright
it'll be alright.
cus i got nothing of my own to give to you
but this light that shines on me shines on you
and makes everything beautiful, again.
it'll be alright, it'll be alright.