A baby’s face, innocent and pure.
A face filled with compassion for a couple at a wedding, a centurion, a woman who touched Him, a group of lepers.
A face streaked with tears at the death of His close friend.
A transfigured face that shone like the sun.
A face upon which He fell to pray for deliverance from a cup of death.
A spat-upon face, stained with blood for our guilt.
A dead face, bound with burial cloth.
A resurrected face, not immediately recognized.
A face, now seen as in a darkened mirror.
A face someday to be seen where sunless light can no longer reveal guilt.
We owe each other a glimpse at that face while – as we worship together – we are transformed into the very image of its glory.
Do we see it? Do we show it?
Do we recognize Whose it is?
“And we, who with unveiled faces all reflect the Lord’s glory, are being transformed into his likeness with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit.” – II Corinthians 3:18