In the corner of Bob’s Studio [formerly known as Liz’s Bedroom] there is a Rank Strand Mirror Ball
On Friday, the rays of the early morning sun hit the mirrors in exactly the right place. As Bob spun the ball, a wonderful pattern of reflections danced round the walls, ceiling and floor
And around the man himself when he sat in his chair
I love the fact that although the little mirrors are squares, the reflections are always sun-shaped circles. It is the same in the summer when you stand under a leafy tree- the sun’s rays shining through the foliage make bright round points of light.
If we are Christians, we are challenged to reflect the Light of the Son – and we need to pray for His Spirit’s power and grace so that we do not distort the image. As it says in the Gospel
Let your light so shine before men that they may see your good works and glorify your Father which is in Heaven.
It is Sunday, so here’s part of a favourite hymn too [sorry Christine, I have used the updated words!]
May His beauty rest upon me,
As I seek to make Him known,
And may they forget the channel,
Seeing Him alone
That's it! All churches should have a disco ball! It would be the perfect reminder.
ReplyDeleteJane x
How very true! I wish I were reflecting it thus at the moment. I seem to be grumpiness personified x
ReplyDeleteKezzie, my friend, it is getting to the end of term, and you are probably overworked and overtired. 99% of the time you brilliantly reflect Jesus' love, and joy and sunshine. Sit down with a cup of tea and re-read the end of Matthew Chapter 11!!!
DeleteLovely post Angela. For a minute though I thought you were going to say Bob was dancing round your handbag.....
ReplyDeleteYou know, I've been thinking about this. What with transfer test and other difficult matters, it struck me that I needed to reflect faith and trust. But it's been a sort of a C S Lewis endeavour- you know where he says that we can be like tin soldiers, is that the bit? It's in Basic Christianity. He talks about pretending to be what we want to be, and then sort of becoming what we are pretending to be. Not managing that within the confines of these four walls at all!
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