The Simile
From the Christian scriptures, James 1:23-24:
For if any are hearers of the word and not doers, they are like those who look at themselves in a mirror; for they look at themselves and, on going away, immediately forget what they were like.
How quickly we forget what we have seen and heard.
The first question in the Bible begins, “Did God say…?”
We hear the Voice.
The Voice that created us divine.
But we forget.
We see a child’s face in the mirror.
We walk away.
And forget what it is like to be a child.
If we remembered, wouldn’t we
be patient with children
affirm their asking “Why?” even when we don’t have an answer
not scare them with the rage of our temper
listen to what they’re trying to help us understand their feelings
spend time in nature with them
laugh with them
cry with them
hold them?
We see a teenager’s face in the mirror.
We walk away.
And forget what it is like to be a teenager.
If we remembered, wouldn’t we
be less critical of them
convince them that we learned the hard way tooreassure them that who they are transcends their performance
warn them that the transition from childhood through adolescence is erratic
inform them that no one escapes self-doubt about being good enough
hold them even while they’re seeking to be free of us
listen to them when they are trying to help us understand what they don’t understand
be honest about our own failures, confusion, uncertainties
be available without being clingy, authoritative, and judgmental
love them when they are unlovable
encourage them to discover who they really are, accept it, celebrate it, and be it?
We see a college student’s face in the mirror.
We walk away.
And forget what it’s like to be a college student.
When I remember when I was a college student, I am grateful for
Dr. McLain, who let me turn in my senior paper on the night before graduation
Don Steele, who took me to the hospital after being injured playing softball
Coach Mabry, who talked me into running cross country again after I’d quit
Grandparents, who let me live with them before I married
Rev. Joe Pennel, who saw potential in me and helped me see it too
Suzanne, who provided crucial emotional support
Anonymous benefactors, who made my scholarship—and college–possible for this first-
generation college student
What if, when we look in the mirror,
we don’t see the face of someone who is
sick and without health insurance
hungry
incarcerated
homeless
addicted
poor
fearing deportation
mentally ill
contending with a disability
fighting cancer
fleeing oppression and abuse
unemployed
What if we looked at the face in the mirror
Walked away
Forgetting the face we saw
Forgetting the faces of those we didn’t see
What if we looked at the face in the mirror
Walked away
And did not forget.
Could it be the beginning of a
Re-membering of all
Who, when we look into each other’s faces,
See ourselves
Mirrored.