I like looking at flowers. I wouldn’t know a peony from a petunia, but I do know that flowers are lovely. They come in so many colors—red, yellow, blue, pink, white, orange, violet, and more—and so many shapes. Some have their petals splayed outwards like many-fingered hands grasping the summer air; some resemble tiny cups intent on catching every drop of sunshine; others have pointed petals that make them look like stars arrayed on a green sky. Together they make a wonderful picture of some of the best of God’s creation.
But have you looked at yourselves? You’re beautiful, too. I am privileged every Sunday to stand in the pulpit and look out at you, and I marvel at God’s little flower garden at Westside. By making his church from all kinds of people—all sizes, shapes, colors, ages—he has made something truly beautiful.We don’t know what our resurrected bodies will look like, but I’d bet they’re lovely. The apostle John wrote, “what we will be has not yet appeared; but we know that when he appears we shall be like him.” If God made the human race so beautiful on Earth, imagine how beautiful the redeemed in Heaven will be.
That’s something to think about.