The gift we give to future generations. It is the tree we plant whose shade we will never know. It is the foundation of a great cathedral in which we will never worship. It is Moses at the edge of a promised land.
[Orwell, observing the loss of religious faith in Europe (which he applauded), remarked]
"For two hundred years we had sawed and sawed and sawed at the branch we were sitting on. And in the end, much more suddenly than anyone had foreseen, our efforts were rewarded, and down we came. But unfortunately there had been a little mistake. The thing at the bottom was not a bed of roses after all, it was a cesspool full of barbed wire...It appears that the amputation of the soul isn't just a simple surgical job, like having your appendix out. The wound has a tendency to go septic."
quoted in an essay entitled "On The Grand Canyon Bus" by Philip Yancey from Christianity Today, September 2008 (p. 102)
Pressing in like crushing rocks; this weight we willingly add to our psyche. My son has lied to me and weeps: the discipline as well as the transgression are a heavy burden indeed. I hold him and the breathing calms and we sat together in the relief of truth.
We harvest the bolder from the quarry of deception thinking we can handle it. We say to ourselves, "how much can it weigh?" But under the pressure of its actual weight the burden outweighs us. Or, we break the deception into a thousand smaller fragments and make it a burden in almost the same way.
It is fluid...how it is collected like rain in cupped hands yet slips through fingers. To worship it turns the devoted to stone, makes them an icon of greed. It is only worth its value when it is honestly earned otherwise it makes the ones that holds it a traitor to humanity.