2 Corinthians 3:18
And all of us, with unveiled face continue to behold as in a mirror the glory of the Lord, are constantly being transfigured into His very own image in ever increasing splendor and from one degree of glory to another...
Whose image do I reflect in the mirror?
Now, last week, last year....?
Am I even looking in the right mirror?
Is my mirror a reflection of who I want to be, who people think I am? Or what I read in the Good book?
Mirrors don't really lie...but they can be manipulated. My mirror can be dirty, painted, warped and even fractured. The image it shows will then be distorted or unclear. My image of myself can easily be distorted by many influences either from within or from outside. Fact is, I can't really trust my own mirror and it seems at times I can't really trust my own eyes.
Most, if not, all the hard times, tight places and failures in my own life have had a lot to do with how I see myself as a reflection in the mirror of life and this in turn has effected how I react or respond in and because of these situations. So the mirror gets more manipulated and deceiving as time goes by. Until when?
Until I clean my mirror.?
I used to think so. I spent much time and effort in trying to fix myself. To clean my own reflection. I even tried to bend and shape my mirror more than once, only to end up adding a few new cracks and fractures. The stupid thing just gets dirty and muddled again. The cracks don't heal. I will never get this right.
And all of us, with unveiled face continue to behold as in a mirror the glory of the Lord, are constantly being transfigured into His very own image in ever increasing splendor and from one degree of glory to another...
Whose image do I reflect in the mirror?
Now, last week, last year....?
Am I even looking in the right mirror?
Is my mirror a reflection of who I want to be, who people think I am? Or what I read in the Good book?
Mirrors don't really lie...but they can be manipulated. My mirror can be dirty, painted, warped and even fractured. The image it shows will then be distorted or unclear. My image of myself can easily be distorted by many influences either from within or from outside. Fact is, I can't really trust my own mirror and it seems at times I can't really trust my own eyes.
Most, if not, all the hard times, tight places and failures in my own life have had a lot to do with how I see myself as a reflection in the mirror of life and this in turn has effected how I react or respond in and because of these situations. So the mirror gets more manipulated and deceiving as time goes by. Until when?
Until I clean my mirror.?
I used to think so. I spent much time and effort in trying to fix myself. To clean my own reflection. I even tried to bend and shape my mirror more than once, only to end up adding a few new cracks and fractures. The stupid thing just gets dirty and muddled again. The cracks don't heal. I will never get this right.
So I gave up.
And for quite a while I lived as if the mirror did not matter. Like I did not care who I was...like who I really was didn't matter at all. Downside? I was only alive in the eyes of people who didn't really matter. For those closest to me I was dead. Nothing to give, nothing to offer and even less to receive.
Don't let the language kid you - this was not a pretty place.
Eventually my life crashed in bellowing waves of flame and everyone who cared and came too close got burned.
I ended up making a total mess of more than one mirror.
And then....
A moment of clarity, devine intervention.
WOULD YOU LIKE TO USE MY MIRROR INSTEAD, MY SON?
Today, as I write this, We as a family are still dealing daily with the fallout of many shattered, misshapen, deformed and darkened reflections of the past. But my hope, our hope is not in the the restoration of our own mirrors...but rather in birth of a new life that continues to grow and expand in every moment we stand with a fixed gaze in the presence of the One True Mirror. Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.
And for quite a while I lived as if the mirror did not matter. Like I did not care who I was...like who I really was didn't matter at all. Downside? I was only alive in the eyes of people who didn't really matter. For those closest to me I was dead. Nothing to give, nothing to offer and even less to receive.
Don't let the language kid you - this was not a pretty place.
Eventually my life crashed in bellowing waves of flame and everyone who cared and came too close got burned.
I ended up making a total mess of more than one mirror.
And then....
A moment of clarity, devine intervention.
WOULD YOU LIKE TO USE MY MIRROR INSTEAD, MY SON?
Today, as I write this, We as a family are still dealing daily with the fallout of many shattered, misshapen, deformed and darkened reflections of the past. But my hope, our hope is not in the the restoration of our own mirrors...but rather in birth of a new life that continues to grow and expand in every moment we stand with a fixed gaze in the presence of the One True Mirror. Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.
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