You have to look around in the least suspected places.
— Nicholas Pascoe. Advice to a friend before the Easter egg hunt.
Do you know the story of Lost Horizon?
A party of travelers, led by a man named Conway, is flown by a mysterious pilot into the remote Tibetan highlands. They become stranded when the plane crash lands. Apparently by sheer luck, they stumble on a hidden valley, an arcadia sheltered from the cold and wind of the mountain peaks.
In the valley lies a magnificent lamasery, like nothing they’ve ever seen. It’s name is Shangri La. The place they’ve arrived at is an earthly paradise, an Eden of simplicity, beauty, and harmony. An island refuge in a war-torn age, it’s existence is unknown and unsuspected by the outside world.
The party becomes enchanted with the valley, whose inhabitants apparently do not age, and whose every needs are taken care of. They decide to stay. The high lama takes Conway under wing and reveals to him the secrets of the lamasery.
Conway meets a beautiful young woman and falls in love with her. He wants nothing more than to live in the peace and tranquility of the valley. But he has to leave. He makes his way back to civilization, nearly dying on the journey through the ice and snow.
When he recovers, he knows he must return to Shangri La. But this time he has no guide—he must find the place himself.
Has that ever happened to you?
Through no fault of your own, you stumble on something beautiful and rare, but it’s temporary. The moment doesn’t last and you have to leave. You try to find your way back, but now it’s impossible. You find that the very thing which was freely yours by accident (call it grace) is unobtainable through effort.
Hold on tightly, let go lightly.
This happened to me last Sunday.
Easter at the Wright’s, April 24.
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