life is more than a dress rehearsal

Yesterday I watched Schindler’s List.

*burning*

It was hard.  But not as difficult as I had anticipated.  I felt distanced.  Disconnected.  I felt; but I couldn’t cry.

Then I thought–as I shuffled back into my room to go to sleep–

They sang “Holy!” during the Holocaust.

The Elders.  The Living Creatures.  The Angels.  The dead in Christ.  They sang “Holy!”  While it happened—they were there, continuing the perpetual dance of adoration.  Up and down.  Face lifted, face falling, face lifted, face falling.  Because He is holy.  And as He presided over the human affairs, the demonic affairs, the demonic affairs that culminated in the death of six million people and the continued life of a globe that had rejected His perfect leadership–there He sat.  In the beauty of His holiness.  Unchanged.  Moved, yes—as He always His by His beloved ones; humans, I mean.  And He sat.  And the LambLion interceded.  And angels ascended and descended…