On Sunday, I preached my last sermon of the summer at Lake Somerville (that's a lot of s-words for one sentence). I have been preaching there for the past two months to a different congregation of lakeside campers every week. The outdoor setting is ideal-- right beside the water, under a grove of trees, subtle breeze to soften the Texas heat.
It was a good "last Sunday." The sponsors of the service had many kind words to say about my sermons and my leadership. They even offered me a gig there next summer. It was the kind of morning that I would like to bottle up and store in my cellar, so it can age and be savored again, during times when good feelings run scarce. At one point, Maxwell, who's sort of the boss of the whole lakeside ministry, even got a little teary as he spoke of what I had meant to him. I want to remember Sunday, August 28, 2005 on days when I feel sucky and incompetent and unloved, when all I see upon looking in my mirror is a scarred and feeble, misshapen girl.
That reminds me of something I saw on a soap opera the other day. Yes, sometimes I watch soap operas. I was watching "Days of Our Lives," tuning in to the latest chapter in the saga of Chloe and Brady. The short version of the story is that Chloe was in a terrible accident, probably a year or so ago, and now her face is horribly disfigured. Not only is her face scarred, but it is also infected with some kind of something that causes her wounds to fester and ooze. Chloe is convinced that no one can stand the sight of her, much less love her. Well, Brady does love her. He has for quite a while, even back before her accident. And he loves her still, so much that when he looks at her face, he doesn't see the ugliness. The TV screen actually morphs when it is showing Brady's view of Chloe. All you see is shimmering perfection, smooth complexion, where scars used to be.
Well, if you don't think God can inspire somebody through a soap opera, think again, 'cause it happened to me. It occured to me, as I indulged my appetite for bad TV, that God sees you and me the way Brady sees Chloe. It's not that God is unaware of our scar tissue-- our failures, our weaknesses, our BIG mistakes. It's just that God doesn't hold these things against us. I think God must have this incredible capacity to envision what every human being
is underneath all of that crap that distorts our images of ourselves and gives other people a bad impression.
Part of being a Christ-follower is coming to grips with the way God sees you and me. "From now on we regard no one from a human point of view..." (2 Cor. 5:16 or 17?) I think it's often much easier for us to see our own sin than it is to see our own beauty. Especially on some days. That's why we need days and times when people sing our praises and give us a glimpse of what we often fail to see in ourselves. Thank God for last Summer sermon at Lake Somerville Sundays.
It would be nice if drinking too much wine could actually give you God-vision, instead of a hangover. There'd be a lot more happy people out there, and a lot more peace in the world...