I love everything about photography.
Pictures tell stories and spark imaginations. Images invite us to wonder, celebrate, mourn, and remember. They provide glimpses of life, history, and potential without saying a single word.
During my senior year in college, I signed up for a beginner-level photography class with aspirations of learning how to capture wonderful storytelling images. This was back in the days of F-stops, shutter speeds, light meters, manual focus, and actual film we had to develop ourselves. There’s something fascinating about seeing an image appear where, moments before, there was nothing but blank space, reflecting the creative work of the photographer.
Webster defines an image as “a physical likeness or representation of a person, animal, or thing, photographed, painted, sculptured, or otherwise made visible.”
Images are all around us. Ultrasounds tell stories of new life. X-rays might tell stories of a fearless adventure gone awry. The reflection in the mirror might speak to a sleepless night or a life well lived.
Through the mystery of DNA, we bear the image of the people who biologically created us. Our nose, our feet, that quirky way our hair grows are all instances of us bearing the image, or the likeness of our parents. We are the physical representation of them made visible. But we bear the image of more than our biological parents. We bear the image of our ultimate Creator.
In the very beginning of the Bible, we have the account of God creating the heavens and the earth, the light, the sky, the water and dry ground, the sun, the moon, the stars, and all of the creatures of the sea, the land, and the air.
Then on the sixth day he does something simply extraordinary.In my comfortable Christian life, I forget that bearing God’s image is not reserved for believers… Click To Tweet
I am excited to share our #flourish journey on The Glorious Table today. Please join us here as we discover whose image we ultimately bear.
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