The subject of beauty has held men and women spell-bound, exasperated, and in constant pursuit for millennia. It is at once elusive and subjective. Artists have tried to capture it with paint, rock, and canvas; poets and novelists in scroll, book and ink, only to then unleash it upon our imaginations, where it splashes its glory into a million facets on the sea of human consciousness.
Brokenness has a beauty as well: that of the real, the honest, and the authentic. In a fallen world, beauty is enhanced by the brokenness, especially when it relates to the process of redemption. For example, in so many ways, the Cross is the most inhumane, grotesque of things, yet demonstrates/represents the most beautiful of portraits: the redemption of mankind.
Obviously, to see the Beauty in brokenness, one has to look beyond the surface, beyond the "now", and include the dimension of time - for therein is the culmination of beauty, to which brokenness serves as a guide. It leads you to that for which it is longing: its healer, its validator, its culmination.
And that is why there is a picture of my beautiful wife at the top of this post. I love Teri, and believe she is truly beautiful. And all the more because we have just found out that there is something very ugly growing slowly inside of her: cancer. It is to be removed on September 23rd.
But what I have found to be beautiful beyond the obvious refraction from the camera lens is the reflection from the Spirit of God inside of her. She has not gone into fear or despair. Instead, she is in rapt anticipation of how God might further glorify Himself through this particular journey we have been asked to embark on. So many others have been on this one as well, including my own dear mother.
Pray for us. May God extract the maximum amount of Glory for himself from this situation, and us His servants. And may we allow Him to converge all the facets of our lives into the mosaic that He is currently assembling, in order to complete the artwork that He is making of our lives.