Of What Is, and What Only Seems to Be
Sometimes things happen in life that make
it seem as if we are the helpless victims of a cold, dark, impersonal, and merciless
fate. The inevitable consequence of such a belief is despair, a point made very
poignantly in this medieval poem, O Fortuna, set to music in 1936 by
Carl Orff. The video below is a powerful performance. I’ve watched it a dozen times
at least in the last six months. If you’ve experienced tragedy and loss, you’ve
no doubt felt what it describes, a sense of utter helplessness in the face of
forces beyond your control.
O Fortune,
like the moon
you are changeable,
ever waxing
ever waning;
hateful life
first oppresses
and then soothes
playing with mental clarity;
poverty
and power
it melts them like ice.
Watch it. Listen to it. Ponder the words
carefully. (You can find the full lyrics here).
And then remember that it’s all wrong. There is a vast difference
between what is and what only seems to be. In all the fluctuations of
life, especially when things turn dark, it only seems that we are the
victims of cold, impersonal forces.
Fate – monstrous
and empty,
you whirling wheel,
you are malevolent,
well-being is vain
and always fades to nothing,
shadowed
and veiled
you plague me too;
now through the game
I bring my bare back
to your villainy.
The truth is that we are the special objects
of God’s loving care, and he is working out his wise and holy purposes for us
in such a way that he makes all things—pleasant and unpleasant, joyful and sorrowful—work
together for our good (Rom. 8:28). At times it might not look like it, nor feel
like it; but then again, “we walk by faith, not by sight” or by feeling (2 Cor.
5:7). Be encouraged by these words from Moses, which give us a better picture of what is.
The eternal God is your dwelling place,
and underneath are the everlasting arms
– Deuteronomy 33:27
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