I saw the above video a few minutes ago on "America's Funniest Home Videos" and found it hilarious and striking.
Hilarious because - well, it's downright funny.
Striking because I see in that girl a sad reflection of me.
When something dear to me, however small or silly, is broken in front of my very eyes, it becomes so easy to wail inconsolably and incoherently. My heart throbs, my throat quivers and my senses are scattered.
But when will I learn to finally understand, truly, that all in this world is naught - that even when "precious" things are hacked to pieces, my true treasure remains intact?
And when will I realize that whenever these things are rent apart, blessings invariably fall from the pieces, each and every time? When will I finally come to grips with the trend of bigger losses bearing bigger rewards, and that Christ's "loss" exhibited this perfectly in yielding the greatest return known to man?
All other losses and, indeed, all other rewards, are pale trifles in comparison.
Foolish loves, tardy reactions, inaccurate valuations - these are the demons that continually plague my heart. I know this, yet I continue to weep over my broken piñatas over and over and over again.
we will earn new eyes...
