Reflections – they’re romantic. The reflection of rolling hills and mountains in a glassy lake is more interesting than the hills and mountains themselves. The reflection of a room through a looking glass is more appealing than the room itself. Seeing a famous actor in person is underwhelming. Images are iconic.

When you no longer see God through a glass dimly, but instead see him face to face, will you be disappointed? Creation is a reflection of God, but one could easily fall in love with the image – worship the icon. I won’t stop, I can’t stop. People love the romance of pursuing without obtaining.

Last summer I was an intern on the show, Californication. The main character, Hank Moody, has a teenage daughter with his ex-girlfriend – his supposed soul mate. Though he was unhappy when they were together, his life ambition is to reunite with his soul mate so that they can be a happy family, ever after. The problem is, he sucks. He’s constantly getting drunk, sleeping with other girls and ruining any chance of winning her back. For him, the last end is union with his soul mate. But, if they were united it would all be over. There would be no more romance because he would have obtained his life goal. Because union with his ex-girlfriend cannot result in happiness, there must be wrenches thrown in to separate the two. The pursuit of uniting with his soul mate is more romantic than actually being with her. Therefore the highest pleasure Hank Moody will ever experience is the romance of pursuing the love of his life. Once he gets her, the game is over.

Soul mates are for drunks and sexaholics who cheat out of boredom. Romanticism is good, but it can’t stop short. An icon cannot be the last end of man. The last end must be the source. Lucky for us, we can never know God fully, so the romanticism will never end. We will always be learning more about God and always want to know more. Images are romantic because they show us an aspect of something we desire to know more fully.

When we’ve been there ten thousand years, bright shining as the sun, we’ve no less days to sing God’s praise then when we’ve first begun.

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