The Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris is easily one of the most revered buildings in history, literature, and culture. Though ravaged by flames, I think it endured Monday’s tragedy in an amazing way.
The fire devastated nations, but it also brought nations together. It brought people to their knees, but it also brought them to stand beside those they might not have otherwise. So many notable features and items were rescued, so much is still intact. I don’t undervalue what was lost, but because no lives were taken, what was destroyed can be rebuilt.
It won’t be the same, but it’ll be one piece again.
Certainly, visitors now won’t revel before the history of the lost structures, but the purpose of the cathedral remains.
As soon as I heard the news, my heart sunk. I love all things Paris and its people and Hugo and the 850-year-old monument. But ultimately, I felt compelled to share what was left when all of the different waves crashed over me Monday.
It’s this: my time in Europe nearly seven years ago is such a huge part of my testimony.
In short, I truly learned this world is not our home. There's nothing here that isn't fleeting or fallible.
However, His is grace is sufficient, and Jesus is the way, the truth, and the life, the light of the world.
At Notre Dame, I was undoubtedly overwhelmed by its intricate, rich, grand beauty and history, but I was absolutely in awe of our sovereign God, who is the only one we are made to worship.
I read a post that said Americans don’t understand the loss of this cathedral because Americans construct such buildings to house teachers.
Europeans, on the other hand, construct them to be teachers.
“To a mostly illiterate culture they helped teach the concepts, wisdom, and stories of the scriptures through imagery, sculpture, and architecture…” Scott Erickson wrote.
This teacher has to be reconstructed, but the teaching, Scripture, is ever unscathed and accessible to all.
In the midst of the tragedy, I pray for those who are mourning, shaken and affected, and for those who have fought the flames.
Ultimately, I pray this tragedy points to hope in the constant God who is over all, always.