Looking Glass Lives

I brought the kayak to a stop in the middle of the lake. A lake unruffled by wind. A lake stretching wide in uninterrupted silence. A lake of glass.

The kayak, a drop of orange buoyed by metallic waters, cradled me above the glassy surface.

Looking down, I could see a bed of seaweed. Unmoving. Suspended. Otherworldly.

Looking up, the afternoon sun shone brightly, its rays tattooing a golden hue upon my skin. Meanwhile, whipped cream clouds fastened themselves to a cerulean sky.

If the heavens declare the glory of God, then that day hollered. Bellowed. Roared with His glory. 

Really, this brazen beauty, this arrant artistry could make you breathe bliss. Sigh satisfaction. Whisper wonder.

But do you want to know the best part?

     The beauty of the sky was repeated upon the water's surface. 

     Golden sun and whipped cream clouds were painted on a canvas of glass. 

The lake - mirror, reflector, looking glass - captured the beauty of the heavens and imprinted it upon the earth.

     Isn't this exactly our job as followers of Christ? 

In Ephesians 5:1-2, Paul writes, "Be imitators of God, therefore, as dearly loved children and live a life of love, just as Christ loved us and gave himself up for us as a fragrant offering and sacrifice to God."

Did you catch that? We are to be imitators. Reflectors. Mirrors.

     We are to capture the love of Christ and imprint it upon the earth. 

We are not here to make a good impression or amass followers. We are not here to garner fame or acquire wealth.

We are here to mirror. To reflect. To live looking glass lives.

     We are here to love. 

     With a giving love. A sacrificial love. A love that puts others first. 

     We are here to love like Christ.