/lit/ - Literature

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I acknowledge my own ignorance. It is a fact of my creatureliness. That fact, and each and every one of the mistakes which follow from it, are confrontations with the reality that I am not God. That confrontation points beyond itself, directing my mind to the God I am not, to the God who was raised from the dead in the person of Jesus Christ, who I know by faith. In this way my finitude, sin, and suffering are transfigured, within the imaginative mind of belief- I see through them, to their absolutely beautiful divine ground. All of experience is recontextualized in relation to that unutterable divinity. God is always immediately present in believing experience by negation. In this way I am able to embrace the world of experience, because my perception of it is transformed in Christ. I am able to embrace all of life, even its lowest points, as beautiful, as worth living, in its relation to the divine. In gratitude to God for the renewal of my mind, for the transformation of my perception, I seek to do right by Him, according to his revealed will as best I understand it. Though it is difficult, my own suffering holds analogy to Christ's own (though this analogy is couched in a greater contrast), and I am again graciously allowed to contemplate divine beauty. My hardship brings Christ to mind. I live in hope that I will one day meet with Christ face-to-face in peace. I suppose this is my philosophy of life. I live in faith, a faith which is characterized by imaginative contemplation of divine beauty in all things, and an ethic of gratitude.