Lovely in eyes not his

Today my friend told me about a video he had seen at church on Sunday. Th video was about a 28 year old woman from North America who sold everything she owned that wouldn’t fit in her car and drove to a walled town in mexico to bring Christ’s love to the drug dealers and prostitutes who make up much of the population there.

This is the kind of story that is inspiring, terrifying and humbling at the same time. What if God asks me to do that? What if God doesn’t ask me to do that? Are we being complacent or are we just not close enough to him? What does he want us to do and be?

Below is a poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins which I think gives a wise view, we are here to be ourselves. It may lead us to extreme sacrifice and suffering in following Him or to a quiet and apprently ineffectual existence. But neither is better than the other in his eyes as long as we are truly trying to follow him.

As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame;
As tumbled over rim in roundy wells
Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell’s
Bow swung finds tongue to fling out broad its name;
Each mortal thing does one thing and the same:
Deals out that being indoors each one dwells;
Selves – goes itself, myself it speaks and spells,
Crying What I do is me: for that I came.”

I say more, the just man justices;
Keeps grace: that keeps all his goings graces;
Acts in God’s eye what in God’s eye he is –
Christ – for Christ plays in ten thousand places,
Lovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not his
To the Father through the features of men’s faces.


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