Impressions

I have been thinking about knowledge. I yearn to know things, truth absolutely, and yet sometimes this hunger for knowledge takes me to the edge. Sometimes I delve too deep, and find out truth, but a truth that pains me. And once I know, I cannot not know. It is as though the knowledge impresses itself into my mind, and I cannot unimpress or dislodge the information.

Gnawing inside
Yearning to truly know
Even if the knowing brings pain

Reaching further
Searching for the truth
Even if the truth is cruel

Sinking realization
Evidence of my fears
Impressed upon my being

Sweet release
Burden takes on wings
Embraced by my Savior

And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God. [Romans 12:1-3]

Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things. [Philippians 4:8]

Sometimes, the impressions of knowledge leave scars. Though they heal, the scar remains. I think about Christ, who bore the weight of all of the sins of the world, past, present, and future. I think of the burden that He bore, and I know that my Savior bore that burden for me. For all of us. He was scarred, battered, bruised, tortured that we might have life. This is an impression of knowledge, and it is a wonderfully painful one. It was because of His great love that He gave, and paid such a price. It is an awesome thing to comprehend.