I don’t suppose to be any judge of true beauty. I am not an art critic. I do not peruse the classical radio selections. Hell, I rarely if ever get the chance to go into the wilderness and experience true nature (if there is even such a thing in today’s high-tech, fast paced world). Don’t get me wrong, I have seen some beautiful things in my time, but to call something true, in my mind, is to speak to the reality that there could be nothing but, in it. When it comes to beauty, true beauty is the beauty that is and ever will be.
I arose early this morning, 4:16 A.M. in fact. The reason for my awakening at such an ungodly hour, was an airplane. I had to catch a flight. As I took my window seat (I somehow more often than not get a window seat), I noted the darkness that was still outside. The flight took off with the sun not yet risen. Of course the sun never really rises, our earth spins so that the earth is in view, but to me, the sun had not yet risen.
And so what happened next could only be explained as a theophany, an experience of the divine. Truly and honestly, I was witness to one of the most spectacular manifestations of beauty one can imagine. The myriad of colors cannot be explained. An awe inspiring dance of sunlight over the horizon cannot be contained by mere human expression, by exhaustible human words. The inwardly warm feeling I received after looking out my window at the coming sunrise is something that many dream of.
I do not claim that the sunrise I experienced (I thought about calling it my sunrise, but that would in direct opposition to everything I am writing about) to be the most beautiful thing in the world. It might not even have been in the top 100 of most beautiful sunrises this year. I won’t go so for as to say as this morning’s sunrise on my flight to be True Beauty; all I am trying to get across is that True beauty (notice the capitalization), is out there. I’ve come close. It’s there, just look for it. Praise God from Whom ALL Blessings Flow.