2 Corinthians 3:18 says "And we, who with unveiled faces all reflect[a] the Lord's glory, are being transformed into his likeness with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit."
Why is it, though, that when are faces are officially unveiled, we want to cover them up?
It is only through our humility, vulnerability and authenticity that we reflect God's glory.
Why do we cover them up with a Facade?
Why do we want to pull the veil over our eyes as the Lord gently asks to lift the veil up?
Why do we put our heads in the sand and our feet in the ground when God wants to transform us?
It is a beautiful moment at a wedding when the wife's veil is pulled up and her face is revealed to him for the first time. I am reminded of this verse every time I see it.
But, we have to be willing to be unveiled in order for the world to see us for who we really are.
Why don't we want that?
A wife. a mother. A pastor's wife. Above all, a Christ follower.
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