Thursday, March 22, 2007

Annie Dillard Rocks

Here's something I came across that speaks to Lent so beautifully:

"I am a frayed and nibbled survivor in a fallen world, and I am getting along. . . . I am not washed and beautiful, in control of a shining world in which everything fits, but instead am wondering awed about on a splintered wreck I've come to care for, whose gnawed trees breathe a delicate air, whose bloodied and scarred creatures are my dearest companions, and whose beauty beats and shines not in its imperfections but overwhelmingly in spite of them, under the wind-rent clouds, upstream and down." - Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek, p. 242.

That Christ would come and walk through this "splintered wreck" with us, and become "bloodied and scarred" for our sake; it is a kind of awful beauty that makes our walk worthwhile.

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