A Hard Look In The Mirror

I am knocking on the door of 40 years of age, and I decided that I needed to start getting into shape. I had been unhealthy for a while, and I want a better quality of life moving forward. So, I woke up, jumped out of bed, got my gym clothes on, and hurried to the gym. I had not even looked in the mirror. I just hurried to get to my destination before I talked myself back into the bed.

After my workout, I returned to my house and prepared to get myself together for the day. When I looked in the mirror, I looked like a whole mess. My hair was covered in a variety of different layers of lint, and my eyes still had some of the signs of a well-rested sleep. I had just gone out into the real world looking like I didn't care about myself at all. Had I taken a hard look in the mirror beforehand I could have made the necessary adjustments to my life.

The book of James compares the word of God to a mirror. When we take a hard look at it we can see areas of our lives that look good, but we also can see areas in our lives that need to be worked on. The areas that need to be worked on can cause us shame at times and may be hard to look at. However, God is merciful towards us and shows us these areas that He will work on with us. It is up to us to look into this mirror consistently so that we can continue to accurately see ourselves.

We have two choices. We can look in the mirror and get to work, or we can look into the mirror and keep doing what we were doing before without making changes. I pray that we will have the courage to take a hard look in the mirror and let God work on us to be more like Christ.

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