I inherited my mom’s hair and
skin coloring and I got my dad’s nose and ears.
The hair color is OK and I can dye it if I don’t like it. The nose is not OK L but if I really wanted to
change it I could have plastic surgery or use make-up to bring the focus to
other features.
“But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this
all-surpassing power is from God
and not from us.” 2Cor 4:7
As his child I also inherited God’s
soul and His Spirit lives within me. I
have ‘a divine treasure in a clay jar’ (Lucado’s translation). It is as clear
as the nose- or the ski slope- on my face.
Undeniable. Inescapable. Permanent.
It doesn’t really matter if I believe it or not. It’s always there, like the roots that
eventually emerge from dyed hair. It’s not
going anywhere. I have God’s
Spirit! It’s cause for rejoicing and
celebration. I may not like my nose and
I may experiment with a different hair color but in my soul is the unchanging
image of God. Amen!
