When I was a teenager, I used to go once in awhile to Funland on the Beach in San Francisco. I remember especially the Fun House. They had mirrors inside that distorted your reflection. One made you skinny and tall, another made you short and fat. Still another made you look like a cardboard figure. As I said, I haven’t been in a Fun House in a long time. But I think someone put one of those mirrors in my house. The following, by John T. West Jr. explains what happens to my reflection.
THE MIRROR
The other day, I happened by chance, as I passed a mirror, to give it a glance.
And I wondered who that old man could be. Who with his mouth wide open, was looking at me.
His bald head was sprinkled with a little gray fuzz, and he wasn’t at all handsome (like I always was).
He looked like a sack of mis-mated parts, put together without aid of instructions or charts.
And while I know that my shoulders don’t slump, this person’s were misshapen in one ugly lump.
Now if that was my image, I only can say, they don’t make mirrors like they did in my day.
For an accurate description of what you really look like, look into God’s Word. James 1:22-25
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