“Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it.” – Confucius
I’ve had conversations over coffee that revolved around work, sports, and the “stuff” we enjoy. They were fun, I suppose, but they didn’t leave a mark on my soul. On the flip-side, I’ve had conversations over coffee with a friend who was hurting (or it was I who was hurting). Those conversations were incredibly intimate and messy. I loved them and they marked me for life.
It’s amazing how different beauty is portrayed in culture, whereas the soul longs for a beauty that isn’t as easily seen.
The culture offers us makeup, cosmetic surgery, and expensive clothing for external beauty.
The soul longs for beauty that is vulnerable, hopeful, eternal, and not bought with money.
There was an old campus pastor when I was in college who would always say, “The real stuff of life” when he would preach. I loved that phrase. The real stuff of life.
“You aren’t wealthy until you have something money can’t buy.” – Garth Brooks
Charlotte is my home, but I often find myself feeling conflicted with much of the culture surrounding me. This city is built on banking, money, and all-things finance. In fact, it’s the second-largest financial center in the U.S. outside of New York City. This is a city of “nice things”, yet I often question how real the city’s people are behind the sparkle and shine.
Look, I can be as fake and guarded as anyone else when I lose sight of what’s important. I’m not innocent. Yet, I know that I truly long for what’s real and I don’t want to give up on chasing whatever that might be…even if I stumble on occasion.
There is beauty to be found in befriending someone who is “uncool”, yet you see the fingerprints of God on their lives.
There is beauty in a sunset, even when you have no money to buy what your friends are buying.
There is beauty in creating art for art’s sake, regardless of the praise or popularity it may gain.
There is beauty in serving someone who can’t serve you back.
There is beauty to be found in getting the right help when you’re facing your dysfunction.
Have you stopped to look at the real stuff of life – the beauty in the things often overlooked? Maybe it’s time we started asking ourselves what we might be missing in the midst of our hustle and bustle of life. What would that look like for you? What would that look like for me?
Oh…To know the real stuff of life…