love-God-reflect-Jesus1“Now the Lord is the Spirit; and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is liberty. But we all, with unveiled face, beholding as in a mirror the glory of the Lord, are being transformed into the same image from glory to glory, just as by the Spirit of the Lord.” (2 Corinthians 2:17, 18)

The robins have returned. A snowy, cloudy winter is grudgingly giving way to the coming glory of spring. When I see the robins, I immediately imagine spring and its wonders. The sun, the longer days, the warmer air, all will transform the brown barren landscape into a rainbow of brilliant colors displayed amongst the trees, the flowers, the fields, the sky. Spring also host the choirs of spring: babbling brooks, peeping frogs, buzzing bees, singing birds. Still, for many, the red-breasted robin is the image of spring.

There are people in my life like those robins. They enter the scene and transform it from winter to spring. When I see them, I immediately imagine the Lord and His wonders. Brown and barren becomes colorful and full. They are those who are wrapped up in a relationship with the Lord. By His Spirit, they are being transformed into His image. In their steps from glory to glory, I am influenced and goaded to leave my winter behind. These “robins” like our springtime version have no idea they stir me so, for they are just living everyday lives within their new nature. For many, these faithful witnesses are the image of the Lord.

When you, when I, enter the scene, I wonder what people behold? To whose image are we giving a witness?

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