It means to relish in reading of the past: History. It is definitely not surprising to you that I am a major fan of anything historical. My favorite books are from the Classic Lit. genre. The artists I look up to most are the masters, the stars of the Renaissance, and a lot of the music I listen to on spotify is historically themed. I wildly enjoy writing and reading historical fiction. Genealogy fascinates me (and lately I am excited by the investigations of my older sister who is interviewing my Grandma about our family history, my grandmother’s life through the past decades of the 20th century . . .)
History comes alive for me. Maybe that’s why I choose to write about it, because it is not merely accounts to read about for school history assignments. It goes far, far beyond that. History to me is a massive tapestry, woven beautifully, a story to read and memorize and understand and analyze. People to know, to remember. I prefer history to fantasy any day. But I the fantasy that I do love is time-travel stories. Those really make my heart race, because time travel is my wish upon a star. I frequently think about what I would do if I could pass through the “universe of time” and somehow push aside this thin veil to some year long, long ago.
If you feel this same passion about history that I do, I hope you’re saying an amen by now. I mean, who wouldn’t want a time machine. Sure, time travel stories always come with the age-old caveat about “you can’t change the past” . . . but the idealist in me yearns to step back across the centuries and meet and walk through the history that I can only now read about. Change wouldn’t be my objective, but Experience would. A glimpse at another world, so to speak. That would matter. A chance to meet the people I admire and respect. To look one of the Founding Fathers in the eye and thank the soldiers of the D-Day mission . . . to even see Robert E. Lee or Lewis and Clark from across the room. I don’t know. That would be magical and enchanting to me. I know they are people like you and me. But deep down they have earned a place in the annals of the past. Because they lived–they accomplished things with the time they had. It should be a message to all of us, to live our lives to the fullest, to appreciate every moment and person in our lives, every opportunity we have to make a difference for our family, our country (America!), for our Faith. Deep down, there is a purpose, a flying standard by which to live. Even if we want to turn away from it, there is a grander meaning to it all. There is His Story, that has gone down across the thousands of years, since Eden.
That’s the Divine beauty of it all, I guess. I am rambling now, but I just had to make this statement about History. Because History teaches, it inspires, it reminds us of what it means to fight for what is right and good and just. Sure, history is rife with error and darkness. But Light will always prevail. And that is the best thing that History can possibly teach us.