Tuesday, August 3, 2010
My father salvaged this stairway, disfigured by use and abuse, redeeming it through his attentive presence and the sweaty suffering of his hard work. My father has been salvaging things like these stairs for a long time each time respecting the beauty added by the scars by allowing the evidence to remain.
Ages ago, he argued successfully for leaving the dings in a pine table that he refinished. The divots, darker than the golden honey smooth surface, irregularly dimple and gash the surface, adding depth. The irregularities of both the stairs and the table give testament to imperfection, refusing to hide it but rather, allowing it to be.
It reminds me of the verse, “My power is made perfect in your weakness.” While I am a new creation in Christ, I have plenty of dark divots of weakness. These I am to give to God and his power will shine through. If you are weary and heavy laden, he advises, give me your burdens and I will give you rest.
God works with weakness. He opposes the proud, those who do not acknowledge their need, but he gives grace to the humble. I want that grace.