Temporary and Eternal
“For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.”
II Co 4:18
What do I see in all my loved ones? They are all jewels in my eyes and I have never gotten tired of looking at them.
“I can’t believe Rob is twenty-nine years old,” my wife said to me over the breakfast this morning.
“Well, he is still very young. I was once twenty-nine and I felt young then,” I replied.
“You were a dad at that age,” Kathy reminded me.
I guess I was a new father to Rob, who was the loveliest thing I had ever seen. I think I was on cloud nine, for lack of better terms to describe how I felt.
That was twenty-nine years ago. You can easily figure out my advanced age if you do the math.
All things living are growing older, even the ancient redwoods in Northern California, the oldest living things on earth, are becoming older and all of them will die someday.
I need to train my eyes to see eternity in fleeting things on earth; otherwise life will becoming increasingly depressing.
“I weighed a lot less than I do now when I was first pregnant with Rob,” Kathy added in our conversation.
“You haven’t changed all that much,” I said to her sincerely. I guess I am used to seeing everlasting youth in her, which is the eternal quality that I see in my wife.
We will become younger and younger if our inner selves are truly being renewed day by day, which is the childlike innocence that we witness in some elderly people. I often saw that quality surfacing in my father-in-law, who took that youthful attribute with him when he entered into eternity two years ago.
“So much of our Christian life is learning how to see.” I ended with this sentence in my previous devotion.
“Learning to see what?” you may ask.
We ought to learn to spot eternity in temporary things. Beauty is only skin-deep. Most people agree with this cliché, but we still focus our attention on shallow beauty when we look at things.
What is there to see in Elizabeth Taylor after she aged and went through seven husbands? Not much at all. It is a pity that she has probably spent tons of money trying to retain what she possessed as a young woman, but the result is less than satisfactory. After the temporary was stripped away from her, there was nothing left in the woman for us to behold and to be amazed by.
“You are aging very well,” I commented to one of the church ladies. I wasn’t just trying to be nice or flattering when I said that. She has aged well because she has been cultivating her inner attributes that don’t vanish or fade with time.
No wonder my wife is becoming more and more beautiful as she ages.