Carnivals and fun fairs used to (and maybe still do) always
have a hall of mirrors. We used to enjoy walking through and seeing our weird
transformations as the wiggly mirrors reflected distorted images of us, either with short legs
or elongated heads or stretched bodies, both horizontal and vertical. We
laughed because we knew that wasn’t an accurate reflection of how we looked.
It’s easy to see images of other people which are inaccurate
and untrue. Someone does something and we assume we know the reasons why, and
we begin to see them in a new light. Someone fails to meet our expectations and
we jump to judge them, drawing conclusions from a point of ignorance.
Paul writes to the Corinthians that now we see but a poor
reflection as in a mirror – or as the King James version reads, now we see
through a glass darkly. We look at Jesus and we jump to conclusions, thinking
we see him clearly. We can only see him clearly, though, through ‘Holy Spirit
specs’. It takes time, focus, and love.
Love? Yes, because I think the clearest picture we will have
of Jesus is through the eyes of our heart, through the lens of love. Our minds,
as transformed and renewed as we hope they will become, may still fail to grasp
the length and breadth and height and depth of God’s love for us. But our
hearts thrill to its truth.
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