Haunted by Waters

For starters, and if you have not, please consider reading "A River Runs Through It" by Norman Maclean.  Its a short novella that you can enjoy in a few hours or so, and reflect upon for long after.  And if you have not read it yet (or seen the film), you might want to skip the rest of this blog entry!  (something of a spoiler at the end... but my other entries are okay!)

So... that behind us.  I was thinking more about grace.  And beautiful writing.  And I found myself reflecting again upon "A River Runs Through  It".  I first read this moving story in college, and it set before me the concept of grace in an understandable and human form, and it presented the Trinity also on an enduring human level.  We can attain grace, or find it before us, in our everyday lives… just as the Trinity surrounds us, if only we can muster our eyes to see it.  But as imperfect beings, we ultimately fail to achieve grace, or we quickly fall from it, or we fail to even witness it’s display so brightly cast before us.

"Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs.

I am haunted by waters."

Norman Maclean