 Posted on Sat, Apr 3, 2010 MIrror, mirror on the wall who is the fairest of them all? Ok, we are all friends here, you can admit it. When you pass a mirror you check yourself out. Then you ask those age old questions. "How does my hair look? Is there something in my teeth? OMG is that a zit???" And the worst one of all, "Does this make me look fat?" We worry about how we look, the image we are projecting. Whether our appearence is good enough for the cover of GQ, Cosmo, Seventeen, Iron Horse, or High Times, we are trying to make a statement about ourselves. Goth or Emo black. Biker leather. Suit and tie. Just plain old blue jeans and a T-shirt. We are saying somethig about us. What about our "THINGS" cars, motorcycles, TVs, computers, etc. What story do they tell? Where we live, our jobs, music we listen to, programs we watch on televison, even the foods we eat say something about us. We use all of this to carve out our niche in this world. To say this is who I am, this is me! But have you ever stopped to think, "What if all of this was taken away? Who would I be then?" I had to recently ask that question of myself. The answer was not what I thought it would be. For reasons to long to explain here (short answer bad decicions on my part) I got to spend about 48hrs in the local county lock-up a couple of weekends ago. And because it was the weekend I was not able to see the judge till Monday. I could not be process to go to a cell block so I was held in the drunk tank for the entirety of my stay. Now it must not have been a party weekend because I got the palce all to myself for my entire stay that weekend. I was able to wear the pants and T-shirt I was wearing at the time of my arrest. I was given a sleeping mat and a blanket. I was allowed nothing else. No books or magazines not even a Bible. Everything that said this is Jeff was gone. I now had to look into the mirror that God held up and see who I was. Friends the reflection was ugly. I found that I am to wrapped up into the things of this world. There is far more of the world in me than there is of God. And this hurt and haunted me. I can not begin to tell you how low I felt for the following week after my release. I suffer with a form of depression and this was far worst than anything I have ever felt before. But Praise God, Light came in the morning, a Sunday morning to be exact. This past Sunday God was in control. The OC House of Prayer had one of the most AWESOME times of praise and worship that I can remember in the three years that I have been going there. As I poured out my sorrow and shame upon the Altar, God pour His mercy, love, and grace into me. I left that service knowing that even though I was imperfect, perfect love abounded in my life. Friends sometimes we must be knocked low, put upon our backs to look up. That was my case that weekend in jail. But you do not need to wait for a time for things to get so bad. There is an old saying, " Learn from the mistakes of others. You will not live long enough to make them all yourself". As you look into your bathroom mirror to make sure you are presentable to the world, take the time to look into God's Holy mirror, Jesus Christ, and make sure are presentable to Him.
In His Majesty's Service
~Kingschyld~
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