I admit I am a
creature of habit and ritual, one of which is to always stop at a particular
rose bush on my jogging route and bury my face into one of its newly opened
blooms, inhaling as deeply as my lungs will allow. This little ceremony has led me to coin the
phrase, “As long as the rose is fragrant, there is hope in the world.”
Despite the, at times, overwhelming evidence that our world
is rapidly hurtling toward its destruction, the rose reminds me that we are not
forsaken. My hypothesis has been that if
God still cares enough to place a drop of beauty in the smell of a flower or a
color in the sunset sky, then surely, He has a plan for the rest of it.
In the last couple of years, having worked with dozens of
people with clinical depression, I’ve become more convinced than ever of the
intricate detail of God’s master design.
To oversimplify the vastness of the human brain, certain chemicals, such
as dopamine, that improve mood and cause us to feel happy and content are
released by certain sounds, colors, smells, and tastes. Ironically demonstrating the point, the very
moment I was reading online about the connection between music and dopamine
release, my four-year-old son crawled up in my lap with my phone, found a song
with a Celtic flute playing, and immediately went limp with a contented sigh!
My new hypothesis goes something like this: God, in His
wisdom, foresight, and loving care, knew that life would carry its
burdens and griefs; He knew that evil
would rise at times and try to convince us there is no hope for humanity or our
world. And so, He strategically placed certain sights, smells, tastes, and
sounds within creation as natural antidepressants. This is my definition of “beauty” – that which
calls to me, draws me in, and speaks to me of hope…or scientifically, those
things that particularly cause a release of dopamine in my brain.
Hope is out there for those who recognize and embrace
it. During those times when you are
feeling low, depressed, or hopeless, remember to light that candle, turn on
that favorite CD, and, most especially, always stop to smell the roses.
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