Sunday, February 26, 2017
A Pile of Mismatched Scraps
I can never imagine how this feels because my birthright brings me a certain amount of privilege. So I use my privilege to call attention to the injustice turned on these bearers of the Image of God - dark or light skin; bi, straight, trans; Atheist, Christian, Muslim; rich or poor. The distinctions we humans make don't matter to God. We are all created in God's Image and reflect the Image, marred as it is, to one another. When we limit who we know and interact with, we limit our knowledge of the Creator reflected through them. Our diversity is beautiful to God and through our diversity we learn more about God.
I visited my Aunt recently and she showed me a quilt she is working on. The top was pieced by her mother/my grandmother over forty years ago from bits and pieces of fabric from old clothes. To most of us, we would have seen a pile of mismatched scraps not worth much. My grandma saw something beautiful and useful. Our world is much like that pile of mismatched scraps. But when we look at one another through God's lens, we might catch a glimpse of a beautiful quilt. A quilt whose pieced-together fabric is warm, useful, and full of love.