Faceless

I was reading through my journal and found this entry from this time last year. I love growth.

9/2/08

Faceless.

As I live today, breathing, stretching, striving, I feel faceless. I am faceless. I have no desire to promote myself. Perhaps it has at its root a desire to hide in order to be found. Or perhaps it -this facelessness- is the amalgamation of my body, my soul, into that of Christ and the Church. I love the quote by the unnamed gospel preacher that says “We’ve got to unite ourselves as one body. Because Jesus is coming back, and He’s coming for a Bride, not a harem.”

In the words of Jesus, I must lose my life in order to truly find it. That seems to be the case today.

"We must release our grip on people and cling to Jesus. We must be enraptured by the Holy One so that we can love people in a holy way."

To be faceless is the best way to be a servant. To be faceless is the only way to love. For when we allow ourselves to dip into the pure well if life that is the Love of Christ and the Church we will slowly see our reflection fade away. At first it is comforting to lean over the side of the pool and see your reflection in the water, an assurance that you are part of that body. However, it is only when you jump into the pool that you truly enter in, and when you do, the ripples will blur any reflection of singularity and ones former self.

I rejoice in facelessness! What peace, what joy it brings! To live this life as a faceless one, and serve a faceless King.