It comes in kaleidoscopes of beauty and brutality. Stained cathedral-stories high and brilliant. Beer bottle jagged-bloody. Pebbly marbles reflecting smooth. Old vase loving kitchen roses. Dusty panes made soapy-clean for bright day. Cracked tumbler swilling something strong.
Like people. Different. Fragile.
And people? We’re broken. So we cut. Others bleed.
‘But where are my sharp edges?’ you ask. Um. Right there.
Good news: Jesus takes shrapnel-shattered lives from obscurity. Shapes. Shines them to dazzle.
So I’m thinking: kneel in the shards that slice and scratch. Pray for his molten touch to blow and cleanse – reform – renew – reflect – blaze his glory.