Tonight I sat on my porch on the window seat just staring at the twilight. I remember almost exactly ten years ago when I was thirteen, lying out in the leaves watching the moon float across the sky. What is it about twilight that is so beautiful and yet so painful at the same time? If C.S. Lewis' profound statements are correct--that everything is merely a shadow of eternity--then in the past when we looked up at the sky, we longed for heaven. Now we are simply longing for the past when what we long for isn't in the past any more than it is in the leaves or in the moon but in eternity itself. If we went back to the past it would be a living memory but nothing more. It wouldn't satisfy our craving for heaven. It is merely a tease, and maybe that is why we feel in awe and in agony. But what could be more beautiful than the sky or the stars? What could be more glorious than the greenish-blue of the tropical seas? It simply can't be even imagined.
As it is written: "No eye has seen, no ear has heard, no mind has conceived what God has prepared for those who love him." --1 Corinthians 2:9