A delicate
teacup with a sliver or ceramic missing after being carelessly dropped, sits
on a shelf where’s it’s been haphazardly propped. Next to it rests a lamp that had
once brightly blazed, but now solemnly produces only darkness after failing to
be praised. A mahogany table leans
precariously on merely three legs, one pillar lost with a resounding retort, following
too much pressure placed on its once-believed indestructible supports. And
finally, a dusty old armchair hides in the corner, not having been misused but
merely ignored, and it’s once bright and cheery pattern appears faded and worn.
Each is convinced it belongs, tucked away in the dent-and-chip room as if
nothing is wrong.
And then a
figure materializes in the door, meandering by without preconceived notions,
instead just waiting to find one to adore. The teacup trembles with anxiety,
fearing another insensitive touch, while the lamp apathetically emits a
distinct lack of light, burnt out from caring too much. The table suspiciously
follows the new figure’s form, convinced none have the ability to bring about
any real reform. Meanwhile, the chair dejectedly hides in a nook, knowing
attention will never be directed towards her lackluster looks. The “As-Is” sign
overhead fails to persuade, that those in the room will ever be remade. They
all fully believe clearance is deserved, because who would pay full price for
something not wholly preserved?
And then the
unthinkable happens, as the creaky wheels of a shopping cart roll by, and each
item is lovingly placed in the basket, although they can’t help but think, “God
knows why.” Missing pieces, broken features, and damaged appearances have all
led to a lost confidence in their own usefulness. Yet he’d picked up the weary
and the confused, saving each item “As-Is” and ignoring the bruise. Awestruck
wonder at the thought of your love, as you took us from the grave and lifted us
above.
The teacup
now gleams on a different top shelf, proudly showing off a chipped rim as a symbol
of compassion she was unable to give herself. The lamp now twinkles in bright success,
displaying a type of luminescence that it had previously been unable to
express. The table stands firm having been carefully rebuilt, with supports that
assure it will never again tilt. And the armchair, once believed to be entirely
unworthy of affections, now revels in the warmth supplied by an occupant whose acceptance
never lessons.
We
were chosen "as-is," pulled from the darkness of our own and of
others making. Perfection is unattainable but also unnecessary. He has saved
the unrighteous and lost, freely extending a love that is unfathomable
and cannot be earned, inspiring a devotion and awe towards a God of such
might.
And
as an echo, to find love that accepts “as-is” in a world filled with
imperfection is a gift beyond imaging. If He gives us each other to glimpse the
overwhelming love he himself extends, how humbling is it to know you can act as
his representative, just as Christ acted for us? We can show his love, and be
shown it in return, here on a fallen earth, and that is a realization that
makes it impossible to not be filled with wonder.
-Inspired
by a special boyfriend of mine who consistently shows Christ's love.