I am inclined to think of greatness (or excellence if you will) and beauty as sometimes synonymous. There is a particular kind of beauty displayed and sensed when something is done with unparalleled excellence, something performed, created, written or otherwise constructed with an instantly recognizable quality that surpasses the very best that most of us could ever hope to accomplish.
We are all guilty of using descriptive adjectives in our everyday language that casually exaggerate the quality of what we are describing. Words like awesome, great, amazing, spectacular, and glorious seem to roll off our tongues with daily frequency to the point of meaninglessness. We say, “I just met a great guy”, but how many truly great people do we ever meet in our lifetime? Pity the word, “awesome”, it never had a chance. Once the word became idiomatic for virtually anything someone liked or thought of as “cool” it became a word without meaning beyond a general statement of approval. How many times in our lives have we ever come in contact with something or someone that really deserves the descriptive, “awesome”?
The word “glory” has met a similar fate within the church, I fear. We ascribe glory to God in word and in song with seldom a thought about what we are saying. I dare say that the briefest encounter with God’s glory would leave us face down trembling on the floor for quite some time.
But sometimes we are blessed by a rare encounter with true greatness. Sometimes we get a glimpse of pure excellence. When we are confronted with awesome we start to realize how silly we are when we trivialize the word. And when these moments come, we discover a particular kind of beauty whose expression lies somewhere beyond words. And especially if what we see or hear is within the sum of our own personal striving for excellence, then I think there is another level of beauty to be experienced. It goes deeper than mere appreciation or understanding. It goes much farther than relating to or identifying with. It is, in fact, much like climbing a very steep and very tall mountain. Only someone who has experienced the rocky incline for several miles and several thousand feet can really understand something about what it must take to stand on the peak.
I think herein lies a very good reason to earnestly seek excellence. For it is in the striving, the sweat, the persistence, the sometimes triumphs and too often failures that we develop both an understanding of, and deep sense of oneness with that which is truly great.
I have come to grips with the fact, that, in spite of many years of trying, I will never be a great musician. Good will have to do. But I thank God my journey has brought me to a place where I can weep with joy at the beauty of hearing truly great musicians perform. Still, I don’t think I would know great without having sought it. I believe few now know what it means to be great or excellent. It has lost its meaning, a victim of trivialization, and it is a journey few are willing to take because it is a prize seldom gained. Let’s face it, greatness and excellence don’t go hand in hand with instant gratification. Many simply wait to be told something is great, then nod their assent. Sadly, whether or not it is doesn’t seem to matter. I’m glad it still matters to me.
