Reflecting God
Soul Snack 111/10 ... God's Mirror
A woolly and dishevelled vagrant silently sat. Totally oblivious to the unpleasant stale bird droppings and the weary lifting paint of his bench, he had long ago retired into himself.
Aged decades beyond his years, his head still hurt and his heart still so troubled.
Life's single lingering lesson to both his soul and spirit was that he was simply now a person of immense disinterest.
Achievements of grandeur he would claim. A superior intelligence was his own. Yet, loneliness was his unchosen lot.
For far too many years he had walked the aimless curse of Cain. Derision and dejection his destroying transport through life. His path to heaven was a sample of hell.
The carelessly inserted newspapers below his stricken felt coat were little impediment to the icy chills. His Windsor-Smiths additional evidence (if any was needed) to his rampant rejection.
Daily, the human hand of grace was withheld. The milk of human kindness rarely passed through his lips. The affirmation of a warm smile too long absent from his eyes.
Deeply he wondered if he was like God. This was not out of any pride, arrogance or foolish self misunderstanding. He knew he was still made in God's image, he was still a mirror to this world of God.
Most surprisingly, an unannounced presence interrupts his musings. A smartly dressed, indeed attractive lady had deliberately sat beside him. She graciously ignored the crusty bird droppings on the seat and his unpleasant odour.
With an act of uncharacteristic bravery he lifts his eyes to hers. They meet in kindness.
Had she met God, or had he?
Who was God's mirror?