So, here we are at the first post of a new blog. This is typically where you hope I’ll give some clever reason for the blog’s title and existence, and where I hope it’s clever enough not only to satisfy your curiosity now, but also to keep you coming back!
“As in a Mirror” is a reference to 1 Corinthians 13:12 where Paul uses the phrase as an apt description of our current spiritual understanding and “sight.” I suppose the phrase is a bit odd to us because we’re used to nice, clear mirrors. In Paul’s day, though, mirrors were usually polished bronze – just reflective enough to confirm that you had made an adequate attempt at being clean-shaven or maybe kept the make-up within a reasonable distance of the facial feature it was supposed to highlight. Okay, things weren’t that bad, but still …
“As in a Mirror,” then, is about those things we (or at least I) can’t see quite as clearly as we (or I) would hope. It’s about exploring, questioning, wrestling, and struggling. Sometimes it’s about answering. Often it’s about encouraging. But perhaps just as often it’s about confessing and maybe just plain commiserating.
Of course, the great thing about even a really bad mirror is that it’s at least letting you see something that’s really there. Mirror gazing only does you any good if it’s reflecting something you actually want to see. I continue to gaze into the fuzzy, frustrating mirror for one reason: I long to see more clearly the One who has left reflections of Himself for me in the Scriptures, and most clearly in His Son, Jesus Christ.
Now, the Scriptures are a much smaller mirror than I would like. It is after all, an intentional, limited (and intentionally limited?) revelation, rather than a glorious tell-all answer book.
Also, I don’t have the advantage of eating with, walking on the road next to, or lounging around at night talking to the incarnate Jesus, though I’m told that I’m somehow more blessed for believing without these seemingly obvious advantages.
Add to all this my own stubbornness, pride, self-centeredness–and of course just the obvious limitations of being a limited, created being–and I find myself blinking and squinting at the mirror a lot more than I would like. Or that I’m willing to admit.
So there you go. My mirror frustrates the heck out of me, but I keep looking because the glimpses of God that I catch in it make all the squinting, stooping, and sweating worth it. So drag your mirror over here next to mine and let’s see what we can see together.