Each one of us over millenia have reflected a distinct and unique part of the Light. We are each created in God’s image and yet we are unique. Every one of us is a mirror created to reflect His identity, his Light, in flashes of lightning, mellow sunrises and passionate sunsets. He is like the sky and each of us a tiny sequin. No two sequins reflect the same picture and the sky is so massive that there will never be enough sequins to reflect it all. This is the basis of a Christian’s identity. Whether or not we believe God called us into being or that there was a Big Bang, or, like me, believe that God’s enormous voice called out a Big Bang, it is not how it happened but what happened that ties us together. We found ourselves here. Reflectors of His image.
Then came imperfection. Like a hammer it shattered the mirrors into shards and pieces. Now there are little bits of the image cracked apart by black emptiness of holes, scars and craters. Some have fewer or smaller pieces than others. But all are cracked. Each crack hurts – the edges are sharp and jagged. The pieces come into conflict with each other and the pieces of one slice into the creatures around. This is the brokenness that is the basis of Christian sorrow. The horror that salvation saves us from.
Grace was born. The glue born of the Light that stuck the pieces together. The stem cell that generated new pieces of mirror in gaping cracks. The solvent that rinsed the tarnish off the pieces and let them better catch the Light. The healing balm that erased the pain of jagged edges. This is the Christian salvation.
We are mirrored beings cracked and broken, reflecting light in places of darkness. Some consciously choose to shed their pieces, succumbing to the will of the deep, moving like the demons and tearing off the pieces of others’ images. Putting out their light. Their reflection. But never ever destroying the Light.
Then there are others, torn between light and dark or simply oblivious to the battle of the two. Blinking and turning they now reflect and then they don’t. They are unaware or reckless to the knowledge that they are a mirror designed to catch and explode in beauty, in the Light. Their pieces are neglected, tarnished, and dangling by an edge to the image. Some yearn to be beautiful and pure without knowing how. Others have no idea that they aren’t.
So fragile are we and so beautiful our pieces that we cannot begin to comprehend our own complexity.
And then there are the Children of the Light. Caught up by and addicted to God’s love. Coming out of the dark, some are drawn out by a glimpse of a sunbeam, others by a lightning storm, others still by simply opening their eyes to dazzling brilliance all around them. All are cracked. All are in some state, each a unique state, of disrepair. In the Light the glue goes to work, the solvent begins to rinse, and the stem cell is planted in the heart. There is healing and pain is attacked and prevented. The pieces no longer hurt as they did and the sharp edges of others cannot cut through the glue. The process is intense, life changing, image changing, but first and foremost it is heart changing.
So fragile are we and so beautiful our pieces that we cannot begin to comprehend our own complexity. Much less so is our ability to grasp the complexity of our God and our Light, bigger than the sky that two eyes alone are unable to fully see. So unique was each original purpose and destiny and so unique is our damage that we cannot begin to understand the extent to which we are broken. Our own brokenness is a mystery to us… how then can we expect to understand, decide on, and judge the brokenness of others?
But even more mysterious is our gift of Grace. The one thing that is never changing, never tarnished, never dark.
We are but pieces of glass yearning for the Light. Our wholeness depends wholly on the glue.