Theres something gripping about beauty. It causes us to stare, sometimes even gawk. It draws us into itself, pushing out other distractions, narrowing in our focus, and causing us to stop and admire.
the question is, what is beauty? Where does it come from? Some have said that it’s skin deep, it’s in the eye of the beholder, it comes from confidence, or its found in the eyes. Some of these may be true. But it has to have context right? Can beauty be arbitrary? Cultural? Religious?
I find a hard beauty in the pic above. Something about it. There’s a difficult dignity there, protected by a hard life, given to the elements and scoffs of people, struggle to keep up, falls and repeated redo’s. Not much desire for approval, yet the stories he must have about choices and outcome.
I have no idea who this man is. But he matters. Just like the invalid Jesus healed in John 5. In the midst of horrific situations, people matter to God. They may not know it, or maybe can’t feel it, but they do. But that can’t be all there is. Telling people they matter doesn’t mean anything if acts of kindness are absent.
Most folks are trying to survive life. Make it through the day, trying to hang on for just a little while longer. From crisis to crisis they live. From meal to meal, abuse to abuse, from moment to moment. We are surrounded by people. Everywhere we go we see them. Some of the pain and hurt are more visible than others. The same pain in this man’s eyes exists in the eyes of the “pretty people.”
One of the most difficult things we do is to try to get to the end of ourselves. We offer up to the world the imposter that looks like we need him to look so that we can get by, or get past. Being ourselves and being comfortable with that imperfection is as freeing as the wind is the to the sail boat.
I heard a friend say we “must slay the imposter within.” I agree. It’s time to be ok with our need and lack of control. Look for beauty in life. And be ok with it not being what culture says it should be. God is not counting your sins, waiting for you to get to the limit and lay the wood to you in punishment. He laid the wood to Jesus on the cross. Theres no more shame and guilt. Slay the imposter. He’s a liar.
Put your real self forward. There’s beauty in that.