i wanted to post one more thing…

from Chasing Francis by Morgan Ian Cron before i turned it in.


there is a place where a musicologist and ordained Anglican priest named Liam Cudder is giving a speech.  i thought it was beautiful so here you go…

“I am always brought to tears when I hear a marvelous performance followed by a standing ovation.  I feel that at the climax of our cheering, we cross a boundary and unwittingly begin applauding some other reality, a performer we know is there but cannot be seen.  We want to thank Beauty itself! … Let me be bold for a moment.  Is it possible that during this evenings performance, we unconsciously sensed Someone standing behind the beautiful, Someone who is it’s source, and we were moved to praise Him as well?”…”In Dr. Zhivago, Boris Pasternak describes one of his main characters like this: ‘Lara was not religious.  She did not believe in ritual.  But sometimes, to be able to bear life, she needed the accompaniment of an inner music.  She could not always compose such a music for herself.  That music was God’s word of life, and it was to weep over it that she went to church.’  What was it about music that awakened the spiritual in Lara?  It was this: The object of all great art is beauty, and it makes us nostalgic for God.  Whether we consider ourselves people of faith or not, art arouses in us what Pope John Paul called a ‘universal desire for redemption'”

“All of us are meaning-seekers.  We approach every painting, novel, film, symphony, or ballet unconsciously hoping that it will move us one step further on the journey toward answering the question, ‘Why am I here?’  People living in the postmodern world, however, are faced with an excruciating dilemma.  Their hearts long to find ultimate meaning, while at the same time their critical minds do not believe it exists.  We are homesick, but have no home.  So we turn to the arts and aesthetics to satisfy our thirst for the Absolute.  But if we want to find our true meaning in life, our search cannot end there.  Art of beauty is not the destination; it is a signpost pointing towards our desired destination.”

“C.S. Lewis puts is so elegantly in The Weight of Glory. ‘The books or the music in which we thought the beauty was located will betray us if we trust to them; it was not in them, it only came through them, and what came through was a longing… For they are not the thing itself; they are only the scent of a flower we have not found, the echo of a tune we have not heard, news from a country we have never yet visited.’  My hope is that through our future encounters with music and the arts, we will discover this ‘heavenly country’ we have not yet visited but long to find.”

that passage blew me away.  where are you looking for beauty today?


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