I am created in God’s
image. That is my core. Jesus lives at the center of that core. He was, after
all, that part of the triune that created me, and I was in His image. When I
die, the glory of God will be demonstrated to me and through me because I will
be transformed by Him into Him. I’m thinking of the skin of an apple that I am
peeling the red skin away to reveal some off white fruit. Further and further
back until I no longer look like what I perceive as the red-skinned, different
from the green-skinned, or yellow-skinned apples. Once my skin is peeled it
reveals the fruit that is not unlike other apples. God sees me this way. Until
I can get to this layer, I won’t be able to look at myself the way God views
me. Now that my skin is gone, I can see my core and I can now know my core.
Because my core is God’s core.
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