The beauty inside of books and stained glass windows

Today I realized something. We live in a world that has people always trying to suggest how to view things or people. Often, we are blinded by are prejudgements we've come up with or the misunderstandings we've had.  Little did I know with a very short, under 15 minutes to be exact, my eyes and ears would be opened and subjected to my truest feelings.  Here lately, I have sat back, just observing things, researching, studying, keeping to myself, only to discover God has been trying to allow myself to experience something more mysterious and more challenging- reading an unrecognizable book and observing art, stained glass windows to be exact, and apperciating them and seeing them in a different light.

Sometimes we find ourselves not eager to read a huge novel or chapter book because of the lenght, bent pages, dusty cover, etc., etc.  Many of us may just read the back of the book or the inside cover page, thinking we'll find out what the book is about that way. Yet, some may find the idea of reading a book to be the worst thought ever or a complete nightmare but, for someone, reading is like going on an amazing adventure. Each page provides a new twist and turn. Every chapters tells you something new and mesmerizing.  By the time you get to the end of the novel, the mystery has been solved and the smile of satisfaction appears on your faces because you've gained a greater apperciation for the text. Then there are those who could simply careless.

Now consider stain glass windows. One might thing they are broken pieces of glass, not even worth looking out, regardless of the picture or pictures being created. Others might see a pictures and look at it once or twice and say, "nice" then move on. However, there just might be that one who looks at that piece of stained glass and because to connects the pieces.  The observer sees how it tells a story. The story may be hidden between the cracks and colors. Although, very mysterious, it is worth spending the time looking at, admiring, and valuing.  Each moment spent with the piece of art, offers a new experience.

What I am getting at here is this. I've had this gut feeling, though not often publicly expressed, about how humans are just like books or works of arts.  The beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, the reader, and that everything does have 2 sides to it.  For it isn't until you look past the surface, past the mask, that you can see the beauty, gentleness, the truth of it all.  Yes, it may be challenging at first to read a book because you don't know what direction the author is taking you or looking at the art because you don't know the artist's ideas however; you have to rely on God's control of the situation.  He will give us eyes to see, ears to hear, and words to speak, and the truth to stand by.  It is his judgements we will live by.  Not the worlds.  Therefore, today I realized something much more valuable, which did make me want to cry.  Maybe I became more open when I heard this story today or God was having this man speak to me.  All I know, is my heart just wanted to follow God's command and love like him, and turn cold hearts to warm hearts; showing the world, each person can see beyond the eyes of another, and even crack the greatest of mysteries.