For those of you on my private Facebook feed, you know this from the kind of photos I post. I cherish visual beauty. I cherish experiential beauty. I cherish relational beauty. Even the activities I engage in are in pursuit of beauty...hiking deep within the forest, skiing mountains to gaze over the Continental Divide, scuba diving. It’s all so glorious!
I’ve created art myself, and my favorite pieces feel sacred because they are in expression of the unseen me. God as the infinite Creator invites me into deeper experience of Him through His weave of Self expression into finite materialization, experienceable wonder.
I look for beauty, watch for beauty, convinced it’s there, waiting to be noticed. Our retired Air Force colonial friend who took up photography understands this about our world. A scene worth enlarging onto canvas and immortalizing upon the wall, he commented once about how he can zoom in, frame and capture stilt legged fowl standing majestically among water logged reeds. On the side of the road. By a drainage ditch. Three feet away from a soggy discarded shirt, faded red coke can and a Dasani bottle.
Beauty. It’s there. Can you see it?
Likewise it’s there in people. Created by God, in His image, crafted by His hand. Breathtakingly beautiful.
Look past the brokenness, the carnage left on the scene by self and by others, and “frame” on the Creator’s intent. Breathe it in. Speak it out. Show it to others. Celebrate it. Fearfully and wonderfully made. Precious in His sight.
Our children. His children. Mankind. Humanity. Beauty.