I’m pretty obsessed with the sky, it’s so amazing to look at, I could stare at it for hours, (if only I had hours to spare).
Today arrived home as the sun was setting and looked up at a glorious sky. It looked like fire and great billows of smoke rising above… above into the heavens… and then a thought crossed my mind (it was lucky to make it all the way across with the heavy traffic, but it was in fact a rather powerful thought).
“I wonder what it looks like from the other side? What does it look like looking down onto the earth?”
This fleeting thought gave way to a barrage of others (I told you it was a very powerful thought, it literally created a whole new lane).
“It’s like two people who look at the same situation but simply from different perspectives.”
And then (like fuel being added to continue the trajectory) a friend shares this thought on Facebook:
“People who were raised on love, see things different from people who were raised on survival”
Whoa! Thoughts colliding from all directions now! So here I am trying to organize them into neat rows but unpacking them into words, so here goes…
Each of us views life from a different angle or perspective, just like looking up at the sky, what you see will depend on where you are standing. It’s the same sky across the whole world, continent, country, city, suburb, block… and yet it varies so greatly moment by moment even. Just as our individual lives do.
Now let’s add a filter to that. Think of it as a family standing together in the same spot, looking up at the same space in the heavens, wearing glasses with different lenses. How great will the variance be! I tend to look at life through rose tinted lenses, literally and figuratively actually, my external vision isn’t so much the issue as my internal filters tend to be… that’s where it gets really messy!
People who were raised on love vs people raised on survival. Why would that stir up so much within me? I know my parents loved me and each other greatly. Until I was 12 at least… (story for a different day) but even before then, there are moments that I now recall that certainnly felt like love at the time, and I’m certain came from a place of (somewhat misguided) love, strike me now as survival moments.
Survival moments seem to punctuate my life in fact! Many of them clouded by what could have been intended as love, affection, attention, or simply perhaps the pursuit of these things… okay this road is becoming far too long and winding, let’s wrap up this journey!
Bottom line? Each of our views differ, position and filters, both internal and external, along with a host of other factors (too many avenues to explore now) contribute to what we see and perceive life to be.
What conclusion can I draw… mmm, two things I would say perhaps:
1. It reminds me of the questions of humanity and the need for a definitive basis on which to base our lives upon so that we remain anchored no matter how far adrift we may veer. Knowing where we came from, why we exist, who we are, how we define good and evil and where we will spend eternity, certainly helps. I’m grateful that on Christ’s solid rock I can stand.
2. Be kind. Show love. Don’t judge. We won’t ever really know what someone else’s view may look like, even if we did attempt to stand in their shoes, it’s their entire lifetime that generates their perspective. But…
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.1 Corinthians 13:4-8
Shew, that was quite the adventure… I hope that you found the view from my vantage point insightful for these few moments.