The House Of Mirrors

                                   By


                              Phil Scovell





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                          THE HOUSE OF MIRRORS


                                   By


                              Phil Scovell



               One of my fondest, and most vivid, childhood memories was of
          the  Amusement Park  near my  home.   Though nothing  compared to
          Disneyland, I  can still see  every ride, every booth,  and every
          hot dog stand.  I can taste the warm buttered popcorn, the orange
          crush soda pop, the cotton candy, and the sweetness of the cherry
          flavored  snowcones.  I can feel the fine crushed rock beneath my
          feet  that layered  most of the  park.   I can see  the miniature
          train puffing circuitously about the parks interior; its bell and
          whistle sounding cheerfully.  I can hear  the music of the indoor
          merry-go-round chiming to the spinning carousel.  I hear the loud
          voices  of  the barking  sideshow  men  calling  passer byes  and
          challenging all to compete.   I can feel the pull  of centrifugal
          force as the  Wild Mouse dives, climbs, and  rockets around sharp
          corners.   I ride  the shetland  ponies again  only to  leap from
          their backs to climb aboard the gliders which  whirled about at a
          forty-five  degree angle; wobbling back-and-forth as I steer with
          the  wide front  rudder.   I  jump  into the  wooden  boats which
          penetrates a long dark winding tunnel, listening to the teenagers
          sneak kisses in the blackness, and eventually exit the other side
          into  dazzling  sunlight.   I  can feel  it climb  slowly  up the
          creaking wooden support  and plunge down the other side; striking
          the cold  water and  throwing up  a geyser  of spray.   I  pocket
          dozens  of spent  22 shells  ejected  from the  riffles by  those
          attempting to  hit the  bulls eye.   I  drop down  into the  soft
          cushions of the inboard  speed boat, watching the indicator  pass
          35 MPH as it carves 
          a path threw the lagoon about the park.  Then there was the house
          of mirrors.

               Recently, while  reading, I  was reminded  of the  amusement
          park.  The  author used a house  of mirrors to illustrate  how we
          often see ourself and that those circumstantial assessments often
          leave   us  with  distorted   and  blurred  reflections   of  our
          personalities.   As I read, I  recalled the first  time I entered
          the house  of mirrors; ricocheting  off the polished  glass walls
          time and  time again till  exiting the  other side.   Later, when
          older, I realized a way  to walk straight threw the maze  without
          ever once bumping the glass or getting lost.

               Entering the front  door with my Mom  and friends in  toe, I
          boldly took the  point.  I could  hear the laughter behind  me as
          they studied their  funny reflections in  the warped and  twisted
          mirrors;  touching  cool  surfaces experimentally  to  keep  from
          bumping their headS.   I ignored the  reflections, however, being
          familiar with them from past experience.

               Waiting  patiently at the  exit, I heard  their footfalls as
          they approached.  "How did you get here so fast?"  they wondered.
          I  never  shared  my secret.    Since  it  may save  others  some
          suffering as  they attempt  to negotiate the  maze of  life, I'll
          share it now.

               Using  the mirrors  as  an illustration,  we  often look  at
          ourselves  threw  circumstances and  think  that such  is  a true
          reproduction of what we really are.  In another words, we look at
          external evidence and thus  arrive at a personal judgment.  If we
          don't  inflict  ourselves  in this  manner,  someone  surely will
          somewhere along  the way.   An  unloving parent,  an unsupporting
          spouse,  a misguided friend,  a taunting  fellow worker;  all can
          play a part in the distortions we think we see in ourselves.  The
          Bible says, however,  God doesn't judge this  way.  Once  we have
          confessed Christ as Lord and Saviour  of our life, He becomes the
          image  God sees in us.  That is,  we look like Him; a chip, as it
          were, off the old block.

               Listening to another chapel speaker in Bible college proudly
          announce his  "life's verse, I  decided I needed a  life's verse.
          Everybody  else had one  so why not  me.  I  used everyone's life
          verse I heard over a period of several years.  This means I had a
          new  life's  verse about  every  other  month.   None  ever  felt
          comfortable.   Finally while  reading my  Bible one  afternoon, I
          stumble across  Colossians 2:10.   "And you  are complete  in Him
          which is the head of all  principality and power."  That was  it!
          Because of my blindness at age eleven, I somehow never quite felt
          like  a complete person.  About  the time I would convince myself
          that such  wasn't true, a  particular experience or  person would
          suggest otherwise.   Somehow this verse seem to fit perfectly.  I
          began using it immediately by signing every letter: "Complete  In
          Him.  Indeed every Believer is  complete in Christ no matter what
          the reflections of life seem to say.

               My  secret  method  of  negotiating  the  house  of  mirrors
          successfully was to ignore  the distorted reflections surrounding
          me.  I learned  I could walk straight through the  maze by either
          looking at the floor  to see where I was going, or  by looking up
          at the  ceiling at the  overhead lights for guidance.   First, by
          looking  down, we can  negotiate our paths:   "Trust in  the LORD
          with all  your heart; and  lean not unto your  own understanding.
          In  all your  ways  acknowledge  him, and  he  shall direct  your
          paths."   Notice they are  "our paths"  which God will  direct so
          keep an eye  on where you are walking; He's always where you are.
          Second, don't  forget to  look up:   "If you  then be  risen with
          Christ, seek those  things which are above, where  Christ sits on
          the right hand of God.   Set your affection on things above,  not
          on things on the earth" (Col. 3:1-2).

               Though  it is  easy to  say we  should ignore  the distorted
          reflections life sometimes displays, it is much more difficult to
          practice.   Those fractured images often have longlasting effects
          upon us even  as Christians.   Thus it is  we need to  carry each
          others burdens  and pray for one another.   Keep your eyes on the
          road, ignore the  distortions, and look  up to see  the glory  of
          God.  He sees His Son's reflection in you.


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