Monday, May 9, 2011
A Portrait Of My Love
for nobody could paint a dream
You will never see a potrrait of my love
for miracles are never seen.
I wonder how many of you remember the old song "Portrait Of My Love"? Phil and I spent Mother's Day at our son's house, where more family had gathered to celebrate. We sat outside under their gazebo in the cool breeze and watched the kids play. Of course they brought their dolls to dinner, as any good mom would do! It was a lovely day, and us moms each got presents! Mine was two tickets to the new luxury movie theatre in town, and a portrait that our granddaughter had painted of herself!! It was even framed in a beautiful frame. What do you think, not a bad likeness for a five year old! The other big love in my life is my son Mike, pictured here with me. But there is no portrait of the one who loves us more than anyone, so much that he died for us. We do not know a thing about what he looked like in human form, but I am thinking it was very average. He could have been beautiful and swayed people by his looks, but chose not to, chose to be just like the average guy. This is all we know about how he looked.
"There was nothing attractive about him. Nothing to cause us to take a second look. He was looked down on and passed over, a man who suffered, who knew pain firsthand." Isaiah 53
"Having become human, he stayed human. It was an incredibly humbling process. He didn't claim special privilages. Instead, he lived a selfless, obedient life, and then died a selfless, obedient death - and the worst kind of death at that - a crucifiction." Philippians 2:8