A great painter had finished painting a scene in a room, in which the Lord Jesus Christ was the central figure, and he invited some friends to see it. They were all enamored by the wonderful lace tablecloth, the product of the artist's genius. They talked only of that, the magnificent lacework. The painter took his brush, dipped it into his paints, with one bold stroke wiped out the lacework, and, addressing his friends, said, 'Fools, look at the Master's face.' They had almost missed the glory of the picture by looking at the lace-work. We need to look beyond the lacework of Christendom to see the glory of the Face of Christ.—The Indian Christian
(2 Cor. 3. 18; 4. 6).
Is this the Face that thrills with awe
Seraphs who veil their face above?
Is this the Face without a flaw,
The Face that is the Face of love?
Yea, this defaced, lifeless clod
Hath all creation's love sufficed,
Hath satisfied the love of God,
This Face—the Face of Jesus Christ.—Christina Rosetti
`His visage was so marred more than any man and His form more than the sons of men.'
(Isa. 6. 2; 52. 14; Rev. 20. 11)