Ravaged Beauty

Now, though, I feel an invitation to look at something else, particularly those things that we never see repaired in this life, those things that stay ravaged no matter what we do. Those disproportionate, unharmonious, impaired things which bring us the exact opposite of pleasure.

What am I not seeing? What errors in beauty am I making? I whisper this prayer, because “God so loved the world that he gave his only Son…” (John 3:16). God must see the beauty in this world to love it with this kind of ultimate passion and purpose.

I recall that Christ, resurrected from the dead, carries the scars of love on his body too. He came to us and offered Himself in death. The pinnacles of injustice and beauty crashed into one another with such cataclysmic force that they killed Him.

And He chooses to wear the evidence of this on His body, ravaged beauty as a signpost for Love.