I have a lot to get done today. I move back to Auburn tomorrow, and I hadn't even begun packing when I woke up this morning. I figured I would take ten minutes, scroll through some photographs, and do something quick and creative for my post today. As I marked pictures for possible interpretation, I noticed something.
None of them had faces.
A tree covered in ice, a framed wreath, some Christmas lights, the Columbus skyline, my siblings bent over some tangled tree lights, some flowers, my aunt and grandmother preparing Thanksgiving dinner with their backs to the camera - all the pictures that struck me as peaceful didn't show any faces. Even the ones with people in them had their backs to my lens.
Why do you think?
It's probably a bit dramatic, but here is my thought: faces reveal us. They always reflect something of the dissonance inherent to humanity. Even at our calmest, most tranquil, we are not at rest. Not yet. There will always be something warring inside us or against each other.
Because we fell, our faces will always reflect unrest.
What will that be like? When our Savior returns, creation is made new, and we are freed from our brokenness for eternity? When there is no more dissension in your eyes when you look at me, and no more irritation in mine when I look into yours? When we will finally be at peace?
25 Days for Peace is a cooperative blogging experiment between myself and five other artists, designed to explore the facets of peace, particularly centered around this season intended to experience the peace of Christ. Visit this page to see the other contributions to this journey, and like it to join with us in exploring what peace means.
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