Many years ago, I'll admit it was an oddity to see a funhouse mirror at a children's shoe store at the shopping mall. The large framed looking glass posted near the door was a delightful distraction. Making funny faces and gestures, moving up and down, my young son and I giggled at our ridiculous images. From giant CONE-HEADS to long-legged characters with GIANT faces that dropped down to our waist, those silly reflections drastically shifted with each move.
It was a good lesson in not taking ourselves too seriously.
Turns out, more than a pair of new shoes were bought that day. The carnival mirror was for sale at a give-away price. Hauling it home, we were eager to share the fun with the other kids in the neighborhood.
That old funhouse mirror is now a faded memory, but when I read about reflection in Science and Health with Key to the Scripture, by Mary Baker Eddy, she states: "Man reflects infinity and this reflection is the true idea of God." (p.258)
Mrs. Eddy goes on to say: "Thou shalt recognize thyself as God's spiritual child only, and the true man and true woman, the all harmonious 'male and female' as of spiritual origin, God's reflection,--wherein and whereby Father, Mother, and child are divine Principle and divine ideas, even the divine 'Us' --one in good, and good in One."
The Truth of who we really are- Spiritual--strips off error's mask. A photo in a camera or a face in the mirror is not the original although it resembles the original. "Man, in the likeness of his Maker, reflects the central light of being, the invisible God." (Science and Health, p. 305)
Those passages reminded me of that old fun house mirror. I could afford to laugh at my exaggerated reflections because I knew they were fake. I didn't need to be depressed and seek outside help to correct that image. I knew the truth. It was only a distortion in the wavy glass. That ridiculous image was not part of the real me. It never could be. It was a lie.
Knowing more about my divine spiritual heritage when I begin to entertain a thought that is less than perfect such as guilt, sickness, fear, or anger, I can unmask this fake idea and find peace in knowing the truth. That I am perfect, made in the image and likeness of God. God never changes His mind about us.
Now, when I look in the mirror to comb my hair or brush my teeth, I remember this is not the real me. I am a Child of Light, now and forever.
One last thing on reflection, something amusing happened last night. Elliot and I randomly selected an old DVD of The Waltons. That TV episode, The Prize, brought squeals of laughter to the children as they playfully gazed into the fun-house mirror. I love the synchronicity.
You can't make these things happen...thoughts are things. So why not think the best. God's Thoughts.
Enjoy your day with the Angels. God loves you.