I have a love/hate relationship with my mirror. It gives me feedback, confusses me on which hand I am truly holding my razor in, and really only serves the purpose of mocking my feeble attempt at style. Like most people, I visit the mirror every morning to make sure everything looks fine and in place. Its not an codependent relationship where I look for affirmation on my looks, more of a mom making sure her kids have on matching socks before going to school type of thing.
I trust my mirror. I trust what it presents to me, I trust its accuracy, and I trust its purpose. It does its job so that I can do mine (you know, look good). But sometimes I return to my mirror just to remember what I look like. See I sometimes forgot what my face looks like. Its shape, structure, blemishes, color, and texture escape me because they are not right in front of me. But as soon as I return to my mirror I remember what I look like. I get glimpses of myself throughout the day, but nothing as solid as the picture I see in my mirror every morning.
So you will understand that when I read James 1 yesterday looking in the mirror took on a whole other perspective. I don’t think you need a mirror to realize you have a confused look on your face right now trying to figure out how James 1 ties into all of this, well it does. Here is how…
22Do not merely listen to the word, and so deceive yourselves. Do what it says. 23 Anyone who listens to the word but does not do what it says is like someone who looks at his face in a mirror 24 and, after looking at himself, goes away and immediately forgets what he looks like.
My ears have heard the loud and the silent. Those in need, those broken, and those searching. My mouth has spoken with the hurting, the depressed, and the hapless. My eyes have seen the devastation of brokenness, the shattered pieces of lives that seem to be broken beyond repair. My hands have touched the wounded, the helpless, and the overwhelmed. And yet my heart has remained unchanged.
But there is hope
25 But whoever looks intently into the perfect law that gives freedom, and continues in it—not forgetting what they have heard, but doing it—they will be blessed in what they do.
Hope that my doing will be transformed by my being. That who I am in Christ has transformed my actions and the my eyes have been made new. For I once only saw blemishes and defects, but now I see beauty and awe.
I gave up looking in the mirror for answers and started following the words written on my heart.