Saturday, July 13, 2013

The Allure of Lace

As I sat outside in the evening cool, I found this object of beauty.  I was contemplating the decay of spiritual relationships and of how things get to the state that they are in.  

When do we see a leaf turn from solid and leathery to frail and lacy?  When is there no recognizing the original?

We rarely notice the gradual decay.   Rather one day we wake up and peer through crumbling screens and wonder what is missing.   Oh, but the beauty I have found in the leaf antiqued by sin, because when I can see myself as God sees me, I become undone like in Isaiah 6.  Woe to me for I am ruined.   I am the one with unclean lips, unclean heart and unclean actions.  I am the one with the holes, the one without substance, but the one held together only by Christ's veins.  "He is before all things, and in him all things hold together." Col 1:17  Christ takes the flawed leaf and makes it something beautiful.  The beautiful part is not the time-eaten holes, it is the venation of the leaf which stretch out like his arms did on the cross.  His supremacy makes the beauty.  His plan to redeem the humble, the sin-filled, the desperate is the central thread in the mesmerizing lace he has woven. 
I wager you don't have to go to the island of Burano to see the Greatest Lace-Maker at work.

1 comment:

Jeanine said...

That is absolutely beautiful. You have been on my heart a lot lately and when I think of you I pray :)