I concluded, last night, in a flurry of penned words, that perhaps all of man's faltering come from this inherent and profound longing to know and be known. Never before has this impression seemed to stamp itself so starkly on my person. Materialism, atheism, lust, idolatry, etc., all pack with them the creature's incessant demand for significance, and perceived understanding of another. Whether we're deflecting attention or attracting it, our eyes are ever looking out to gather in, that which we think will stack, or support us whole.

I loathe how base these thoughts are, and yet, their simplicity seems to be a factor in our overlooking the sins that result from this. There is an inward tending that is vital to a man, wherein he takes his assorted expectations and disappointments, and correspondingly filters and aligns them with truth. Again, this is commonly known to man, but is adequate effort given to ensure that affecting truth is reaching the regions most often touched by the interactions that define us?

The truth about God's feelings to His children and this earth, while meant to be filtered through His word, are much more often filtered through our experiences. Each man concludes an unknowable amount of rubbish about His God corresponding to his own physical attributes, upbringing, and experiential databases, which, in turn affect all that was created to be refracted through the unique prism of his life.

I beckon to you, in an especially simple post this Valentine's Day, to align the love you've received, and the love you've given -- regardless of the quantity, and look up to the Giver for continuing to reach out in love to us. It is He that planted eternity in our hearts to know Him, and He alone that can seam up all our sorrowing souls. This is so spare a post; may the Lord add grace in your hearing.