Inquebrantable

Esta semana yo vi algo tan hermoso, y una fuerte analogía se encontró en mi mente. Se me ocurrió mientras me sentaba atrás en un pequeñito auto rojo cuando íbamos manejando en un camino de tierra, rodeados por el campo. Los neumáticos hicieron que las piedras se levantaran y constantemente chocaban con el fondo del vehículo. Lo sentía en mis pies. El auto no era bien equipado para manejar ese camino, pero nos transportó de todas maneras a salvo.

La belleza que nos rodeaba no fue algo a lo que estoy acostumbrado. Ese tipo de naturaleza no existe de donde soy. Los campos se extendieron más allá de lo que alcancé a ver con mis ojos. Fue una densidad de verde que no he visto mucho y hubo un contraste claro y lindo entre ese verde, el cielo azul, y sus nubes blancas. Había ríos y arroyos a cada rato, y troncos que brotaban como torres en medio del campo, a veces en parejas, a veces solitos. Viajamos por harto rato y no había nada aparte de la naturaleza. Fue pura tranquilidad.

Fue entonces que llegó ese momento en que apareció una imagen que aún se queda en mi mente. Desde el momento en que lo vi hasta el instante en que todo se había procesado en mi cerebro, pasaron menos de unos segundos. Para mi, fue algo pensativo y muy poderoso.

Allí íbamos por ese camino de tierra, como ya dije, y por mi ventana hubo una larga fila de arboles señalando el borde entre el camino y el campo. No eran arbolitos sino troncos tremendos y gruesos. Y en la distancia estaba la naturaleza, más bella que nunca: campo sin fin, cielos puros, remolinos de nubes, y varios colores mezclados entre todo. Cuando me enfoqué en la fila de arboles todo lo del fondo se quedó borroso. Cuando me fijé en lo del fondo, los arboles se pasaban borrosamente sin poder distinguirlos. Fue entonces que algo me llamó la atención.

Justo al otro lado de los arboles volaba un pajarito, delicado pero fuerte. Cuando me fijé en este pajarito me di cuenta de que él iba volando exactamente a la misma velocidad del auto. Ni avanzó adelante, ni quedó atrás. Fue constante e inquebrantable. Y cuando lo miré fijadamente, la fila de arboles y todo el paisaje del fondo se volvieron borrosos. Los arboles pasaban rápidamente y el campo un poco más lento, pero el pajarito estaba completamente quieto.

Ese pajarito representa a todas las personas en mi vida a quien amo, y que me aman a mí. Siempre están conmigo, resueltos e inquebrantables. Aún cuando miro hacía otro lado, o cuando me quedo distraído, están allí. Son leales y siempre confiables. Siempre estarán allí a mi lado, pase lo que pase.

Los arboles del primer plano son las personas y los lugares o aun las cosas que entran en mi vida por un tiempo breve. Pero muy pronto, sin embargo, se van. Son siempre borrosos. Los paisajes del fondo son esas personas, lugares, o cosas que se quedan por más tiempo. No desaparecen al tiro pero tampoco duran para siempre. Hasta pueden ser lindos por un tiempo, pero ellos también se van.

En la vida somos propensos a las distracciones. A veces nos fijamos tanto en estas distracciones que se nos olvida apreciar y amar a las personas más queridas en nuestras vidas. Lo bueno es que siempre estarán allí. No se marchan como los arboles que pasan borrosos. Tampoco son los paisajes que eventualmente quedan en el pasado. Las personas a quienes verdaderamente amamos, y que también nos aman, son como este pajarito: constante e inquebrantable.

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Unwavering: An Analogy

Today I witnessed something beautiful, and a purposeful analogy found its way into my mind. It occurred to me as I sat in the backseat of a dinky, old, red car as we rumbled down a dirt road, surrounded by Chilean farmland. The spinning tires constantly flung up the rocks on the road and I could feel it in my feet as they thumped against the bottom of the car. The tiny vehicle was not well suited for the road we were on, but it transported us safely all the same.

The surrounding beauty was not something I’m used to. That kind of nature doesn’t exist where I come from. There were fields stretching farther than the eye could see. It was a density of green that I’m not too familiar with, and it was contrasted starkly yet gorgeously with the bright blue sky and its fluffy white clouds. There were rivers and streams every so often, and towering trunks that sprung up in the midst of the fields, sometimes in pairs, sometimes all alone. We drove for miles and there was nothing else but nature. It was pure tranquility.

Then came the moment that struck a chord deep within me. From the moment it caught my eye to the instant my brain had processed everything, less than a few seconds had passed. To me, it was reflective and powerful.

We were barreling along the dirt road, as I said, and out my window was a long line of trees marking the boundary between the road and the field. They were not wimpy trees, but rather thick and bountiful trunks. In the distance, of course, was nature at its most beautiful: endless fields, pure skies, swirling clouds, and numerous colors mixed in between. When I focused my gaze on the tree line, the background grew quite fuzzy. When I set my eyes in the distance, the trees became a constant blur in the foreground. And then, something caught my eye.

Just the other side of the tree line flew a small bird, delicate but strong. When I fixed my eyes on this bird, I realized that he was flying at exactly the same speed as the car was driving. He neither rushed ahead nor fell behind. He was constant and unwavering. And when I locked my eyes on him, both the trees beside and the fields beyond were in constant motion, the trees passing rapidly and the fields more slowly, but the bird was perfectly still.

That bird represents everyone in my life whom I love, and that loves me back. They are always there with me, steady and unwavering. Even when I look away or am distracted, they are there. They are ever dependable and always trustworthy. They will always be there alongside me, come what may.

The trees in the foreground are people and places or even things that come into my life but for a short while. Soon thereafter, however, they are gone. They are like a blur. The fields in the background are those people, places, or things that last a little longer. They don’t disappear in an instant but neither do they stick around. They may even look beautiful for a while, but they too pass.

In life we are susceptible to distractions. We sometimes focus so much on these distractions that we forget to love and cherish the people most dear to us. The good thing, however, is that they are always there. They are not quick to bolt like the trees that blur by. Nor are they the fields that eventually fade into the past. The people whom we truly love, and who truly love us, are like this bird: constant and unwavering.

Questions to Ponder

If a tree falls in the forest, and there’s no one around to hear it, does it still make a sound when it falls?

If a wild berry goes unpicked, and there’s no one to tell of its flavor, does it still taste sweet to the tongue?

If a rushing river roars by, and no one stops to touch its waters, does it still feel refreshing to the skin?

If a garden of flowers goes unvisited, and there’s no one there to catch its scent, does it still tickle the nose with delight?

If the sun sets over the glistening sea, and there’s no one there to witness it, does it still make a beautiful sight?

If the Son of God steps into human flesh, and He dies in our place for all of our sins, do we still deserve His mercy?

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When a tree falls in the forest, and no one is there to hear it, of course it still makes a sound.

When a wild berry remains on the vine, and no one tastes of its sweetness, surely it still bursts with flavor.

When a swift river rushes by, and no one stops to swim in it, the water is most certainly still refreshing.

When a garden of flowers blooms, and no one is there to enjoy its aromas, it must still smell delightful.

When the setting sun descends over the ocean, and no one is there to behold, it most definitely still looks beautiful.

And when the Son of God stepped into our world, and when He died in our place on the cross, we most certainly did not deserve His mercy… but He lovingly gave it anyway.