I have never been fascinated by my looks, and I don’t think anybody else has either.
Sometimes I have to spend a little more time before the mirror to get prepared for where I am going. I am not fond of mirrors and I make it as quick as possible.
When younger, my family lived close to Hershey Park in Pennsylvania. One of the major attractions there was the “House of Mirrors.” You would walk in and the mirrors would distort what you really looked like.
I had forgotten about those mirrors until recently. I was getting ready to go somewhere and the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage said, “Have you looked in the mirror today?”
Not knowing what she was talking about I muttered, “Yes, I glanced at it this morning.”
“You ought to look in the mirror again before you leave,” she stated.
That morning I had nicked myself shaving and did not notice it, but the blood started coming out very slowly. By the time I got out of the bathroom and into the kitchen, the blood had flowed down the side of my face. I looked at it, got some paper towels and cleaned up my face.
“That looks better,” my wife said as I was leaving. Then she said something that struck me.
“Remember,” she said as gently as possible, “the mirror never lies.”
That phrase stuck with me all day long and as I pondered it, I wondered if it was true. Those mirrors at the Hershey Park lied all the time. I was not as twisted as they made me out to be.
The mirror in my bathroom, according to my wife, is not like those mirrors. The mirror in my bathroom always reflects the real me. Which, as I thought about it, it was rather disturbing. Am I what I look like in the mirror?
Maybe that is why my wife spends 10 times more time before her mirror than I do before my mirror. In fact, I am thinking about looking in her mirror some morning to see if I am seeing what she sees when she looks in her mirror.
Wouldn’t it be great if one morning we got our bathrooms mixed up? I went into her bathroom and looked in her mirror and she went into my bathroom and looked in my mirror. I will know when that happens because I will hear some loud screaming coming from my bathroom.
I spent all day thinking about my bathroom mirror. I have come to this rather sincere conclusion. My mirror does not lie, but sometimes it giggles. If I was a mirror and had to see a face like mine looking in, I would do more than giggle.
Outward looks are not that important, at least to me. It is not the outside that is significant, but rather the inside.
I could not help what Jesus said to the Pharisees of his day. “And the Lord said unto him, Now do ye Pharisees make clean the outside of the cup and the platter; but your inward part is full of ravening and wickedness” (Luke 11:39).
I can be so caught up with my outward appearance I forget the important part is inside; my soul. The Bible is the mirror I need to see my soul.