I saw someone today who I found unattractive. Remembering my practice, I looked at this person and said to myself, "Made in the Image of God."
And I was struck by all the ways I don't desire God. Or, rather, all the ways I desire a god of my own making, my own design, my own image.
The beauty of God is not always pretty and the Imago Dei is not always appealing.
I remembered the love of God, the unconditional grace, which is based least of all upon appearances.
I remembered my baptism.
I remembered how water erodes rock.
A stony heart has many layers.