The group was gathering and she took her seat on the edge.
She is a beautiful.
How beautiful the hands that served
The wine and the bread and the sons of the earth
Small. With large eyes. But this is not her beauty.
How beautiful the feet that walked
The long dusty roads and the hill to the cross
She is quiet. Her spirit is gentle. And those eyes take in so much.
How beautiful the heart that bled
That took all my sin and bore it instead
As we jockeyed for positions within the group, listening to one another. . .
her eyes search the edges. When we spoke to her, she looked at each one of us individually and spoke slowly, present to each one at a time.
How beautiful the tender eyes
That chose to forgive and never despise
The leader told us to gather in groups. If we were sitting alone, we should look around and join the group closest to us.
I was glad that tonight, I did not have to look around and make the awkward shuffle to join a group of strangers. I was with my group. (My group? What does that mean?)
How beautiful the radiant bride
Who waits for her groom with His light in her eyes
I noticed that when the discussion began, she had moved from the shelter of the big group.
I looked around the room, eyes straining to the edges. I wish I had been thinking, “Is there someone we need to invite over?” but I don’t think I was thinking much at all, except mulling over the disucussion in our group.
How beautiful when humble hearts give
The fruit of pure lives so that others may live
And then I saw her.
She had gravitated toward the edges. Her head tilted close, she was listening. . .to a beautiful white head turned toward her, their shoulders nearly touching.
She had gone to the edges. She had taken the bread and the wine with her.
How beautiful the feet that bring
The sound of good news and the love of the King
How beautiful the hands that serve
How beautiful is the Body of Christ.
Now you are the body of Christ. . .
~1 Corinthians 12:27
The lyrics of Twyla Paris' song "How Beautiful" are astoundingly beautiful when paired with these images from The Passion of Christ. This is difficult to watch, but if you can bare it, the meaning will take your breath away. . .