Today I notice how trees, taken piece by piece — one limb, one twig, one section of trunk — are strangely shaped things, weird and irregular and disproportionate. But take all those odd parts together and somehow glory happens.
It’s the same way with so many things: study just a finger or an ear and find it strange and weird, but put it together with a body, functioning as it is meant: glory.
I notice that it’s easy to go from here to scriptural metaphors.
He is the vine; we the branches. Without Him, we can do nothing, but connected to Him, glory happens.
We are members of the body connected to Christ the head: strange and weird and sometimes downright ugly taken separately, of astonishing loveliness joined together with Him.
It’s a good thing to keep on noticing.
©2014 by Stacy Nott