I See You

Every Sunday morning I can’t forget my privilege…the privilege of worshipping God.

As it seems to be at many churches, the musicians who facilitate the music portion of our service are very, very talented.

I often feel as if I get to go to a free concert on Sunday mornings.

In particular...this past Sunday while listening and singing along…and moving a bit as well, the music or very probably the Spirit caused me to think on our spirit life…the indefinable quality we all possess of something more…the indefinable quality we recognize in others.

I guess it goes without saying (yet I can't help myself)...we’re greater than the sum of our parts.

Moreover, these thoughts recalled to my mind some strange ideas I would entertain as a child (or maybe they’re not so strange).

But I used to wonder why God placed me in this body…and not another body in another place or time.

Why was my soul created for this shell?

I’m not sure how it works to be honest. I hope to someday ask the Source, but until then…it gives me something to mull over.

But it also brings forward other esoteric things to ponder.

I’ll start by admitting I’m an incredibly visual person. I love to look at pleasing things…pleasing people, pleasing places, pleasing art.

Yet I believe…we quickly discover (if we mature at all) there are layers.

There are layers…and if we dare to peel them back…there is so much more to discover both of beautiful and of ugly.

Maybe it’s for the best…we have our shells.

But every once in a while…you catch a glimpse of something good and pure in another…something which transcends their shell…or whatever they’re trying to present…something which peaks through their armor…

And those are some of the best moments we’ll ever have.

And our best moments are those when we’re no longer seeing with our eyes…when we forget to look at the outside because the inside has us riveted.

When we see each other as God intends.

Doesn’t He push us in lovely and scary ways…

I just want to be able to say…I see you.