I keep remembering that I am the very image of God, yet that image is a
shattered mirror. Who dropped it? Not God. Must have been me. Sin is
very real, yet our nature is divine love.
There is a Jewish parable from
the Talmud I have always appreciated. A Rabbi carried a jewel in one
pocket and a pebble in the other. He said, "This jewel is to remind
me that I am the image of God, and this stone is to remind me that 'I am a
worm, and not even a man' (Psalm 22.6). Whenever I feel pride I touch the
pebble. Whenever I feel weak I touch the jewel."
Dear friend, let us
dwell in paradox.
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