Sentences express complete thoughts. Nominally, in any case. We say that’s what they do. But rarely does a single sentence express anything completely.
Think of all the times you’ve struggled to put your thoughts into words and found the words — all words — inadequate.
As Pooh has it: “You find sometimes that a Thing which seemed very Thingish inside you is quite different when it gets out in the open and has other people looking at it.”
We’re asked how we are, and we toss out casual sentences, and how many different states of mind are lumped, daily, under the sentences “I’m fine,” “I’m well,” “I’m okay”?
How many times have we misjudged people or completely missed their meaning, based on one sentence or two, even though we know our own sentences are rarely sufficient? How many times have we been misunderstood?
We live in the partial. Paul says “We know in part and we prophesy in part,” and I might add we communicate in part, we understand in part.
But he also says it won’t always be this way. He says that “when the perfect comes, the partial will be done away.”
Take heart, weary ones, stuck in the incomplete, the misunderstood, the lonely: this partial is not forever; sentences will not forever be inadequate. The perfect — the PERFECT — is coming.
©2013 by Stacy Nott