Friday, February 20, 2015

Homesick at Home

The Christian optimism is based on the fact that we do not fit into the world. I had tried to be happy by telling myself that man is an animal, like any other which sought its meat from God. But now I really was happy, for I had learned that man is a monstrosity. I had been right in the feeling all things as odd, for I myself was at once worse and better than all things. The optimist's pleasure was prosaic, for it dwelt on the naturalness of everything; the Christian pleasure was poetic, for it dwelt on the unnaturalness of everything in the light of the supernatural. The modern philosopher had told me again and again that I was in the right place, and I had still felt depressed even in acquiescence. But I had heard that I was in that the wrong place, and my soul sang for joy, like a bird in the spring. The knowledge found out and illuminated forgotten chambers in the dark house of infancy. I knew now why grass had always seemed to me as queer as the green beard of a giant, and why I could feel homesick at home.

~G. K. Chesterton

Christianity! Oh, the meaning the message of Jesus gives to my life! Oh, the deep joy and hope which brings a basis for optimism! Things aren't as they were intended to be, but someday all will be made right! We will never again miss those we so dearly cherish. We will not have to be apart.