Last night, quite by accident, I watched a movie. It was a romantic comedy along familiar lines: two unlikely people meet and fall in love and, against all odds, live happily ever after. When it was over, part of me wanted to call the movie ‘silly’ and be done with it. Instead, I walked outside and stood for a while in the evening quiet. A deeper, more honest part of me knew that the movie had stirred a longing for something that I have never quite known. It wasn’t a desire for anything specific. It was a shy and inexplicable and unsettling and inviting longing for . . . more.
“[I]t is a desire for something that has never actually appeared in our experience . . . [yet] our experience is constantly suggesting it. . . . The books or the music [or the movie] . . . [it] was not in them, it only came through them, and what came through them was longing. . . . They are only the scent of a flower we have not found, the echo of a tune we have not heard, news from a country we have never yet visited.” C. S. Lewis
“No eye has seen, no ear has heard, and no mind has imagined the things which God has prepared for those who love Him.” 1 Corinthians 2:9