Just got back from New York City, where I met up with my cousin Jeannie from New Zealand who was passing through town. We hadn't met up for 15 years, and we spent a happy day walking around the Metropolitan Museum of Art, indulging our shared love of art. As we walked and talked there was one moment when it suddenly occurred to me that I was looking at my late father's eyes and eyebrows. There he was. Jeannie probably shares 12 to 25% of my father's DNA with me, and it shows.
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Jeannie flanked by her daughter Sarah and Linda
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1 Colossians 15a reads "He [Jesus] is the image of the invisible God". There is a family resemblance between Jesus Christ and The Father. Really this statement doesn't do it justice - as the context makes clear. The word 'image' (in Greek eikon) here can also be translated 'picture'. He is the picture of His Father. Jesus is the Father, revealed - a revelation.
Jeannie is her own person - and a wonderful one too. She is not my Dad. Jesus Christ is also His own person. The difference is, Jesus IS The Father, and The Spirit. As we encounter one we encounter the whole of God.
At the end of our day together, Jeannie and I hugged and kissed and said our goodbyes. "Who knows where or which decade we'll meet again?" I said. I drove back to New Hampshire, and she is on her way to LA and then Auckland. Jeannie and he family are Christians like Linda and me. We share different parents, but the same Savior. The family resemblance is growing beautifully.
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