It was the combination of Christmas and finishing two books, The Case for God by Karen Armstrong and The Universal Christ by Richard Rohr (both of which I’ll review soon), that opened a deep well within my heart.

Both books pointed towards a truth I inherently knew, but couldn’t articulate. They pointed me towards something I felt, but never certain it was right.

A feeling, after all, is just that sometimes.

They pointed toward a deep sense of mystery about the universe and a joy in all things if we are willing to open our eyes to it.

It’s so easy to get caught up in the frustrations, turmoil and anger that exists in the world that we feel our only choices are to counter it with our own, give up completely or worse, attempt to control it. The irony of trying to order a universe that is already ordered and couldn’t give a damn what we think is lost on so many.

Yet, there is a beauty to all things… to all people… that we can never forget. It comes to us in moments and in whispers, always causing us to sit back and smile.

It’s a picture that cannot be captured on any device and a memory that no video will ever convey the feeling of at that time.

It’s the moment we realize this is what life is for if we would just open our eyes to it more. And the most wonderful part is everyone can access it.