After a few hours of intense reading (confession: I failed to study the mcat today), I have finished "Demon: A Memoir" by Tosca Lee today.
I have come to conclude several things:
1. I easily simplify and cheapen the story of history in the context that it is History. My finite and unimaginative mind cannot quite comprehend the concept of infinity, that there is no beginning or end with God. That the narrative of creation, the fall, redemption requires more heavenly adjectives than I can come up with.
2. My human frame, mind, emotions is simply not able to understand it all. Today, I have wished I be an angel and see through its POV for just a moment. Or perhaps go to heaven for 30 seconds. Or even be bestowed the honor of having a terriblyterrific vision/dream. My thoughts are so easily captured by these "things below".
3. There is still an small desire in me to be an author one day. Lord, could you make me into a doctor/community developer/teacher/author one day?
4. The things of this world that are glittery and beautiful are, as the author puts it, the pretty "tissue paper" of this physical realm. Hmm. I am often blind and forgetful of the spiritual realms around me and of the WAR that wages around me.
