Basis

It’s the greatest mystery of the entire universe yet the simplest statement; the answer that every soul, past, present and to come, searches for yet already has; the most blunt and factual fact that its difficult to believe.

It’s a small amount of words yet it’s able to support over 6 billion individual stories, and millions of other books that have come and are to come.

These four words summarize the fruits and sacraments of the Holy Spirit, the sacrifice, fierce love, and sufferings of the Son, the true, magnificent and glorious power of the Father, the day of our creation and the hour of our judgment.

The amount of love, mercy, grace, forgiveness, faith, hope, righteousness, truth, wisdom and holiness contained in these is beyond the borders of human imagination, past the neighbouring nebulae and galaxies and just above the lands that flow with milk and honey.

The meanings and thoughts that caress and waltz with these words are above the languages and the arts of any race and surpass the wonders of nature and the keepers of time.

These words created us, sculpted us, guided us, consoled us, fed us and most importantly, they already knew us.

They knew us so well that although they knew we would stumble and weep on our journey in a torn valley of tears, they knew that some day we would come across them in our hearts.

Like the climax of a story or the rebirth of a soul, we would discover this God-given charity of the most sweet and nectarous gift. It would lay nestled on an elegant throne that was the anima of irony in our tired and deceived hearts behind dusty, forgotten doors we had just rediscovered and opened for the first time in our life. The holy and tranquil light would shine in symbolism to who the throne is rightfully fitted for: a man of great honour and adoration, excellence, royalty, and one who demanded great reparation.

The gift would act like a taster of some sort, of something that wasn’t too hot nor too cold, but just perfect. And upon our arrival it would burst open by itself in shocking readiness as sheets of white and scents of purity engulf and consume us. Then, as delicate as the flap of an angel’s wing but as passionate as the virtues of the seraphim, the gift would whisper these four words in our hearts:

“God’s love is unconditional.”