After about one month of weakly (spelled correctly) promoting this poem, I posted it here. I suppose that means I am a poor salesman, which is not new information to me.
When meeting the rich young ruler in Mark 10, I suffer two distinct emotions: complete disgust and unbelievable joy.
At first I imagined I was looking through a window and safely watching the scene between Jesus and the rich young ruler from 2000 years away. However, philosopher William James probably explains it best in The Psychology of Man, with this one sentence: “It is one of the strangest laws of our nature that many things which we are well satisfied with in ourselves disgust us when seen in others.” I realize I am looking not through a window but into a mirror. So the mirror exposes the first emotion and, really the second right along with it … blemish and beauty.
The reflection in the mirror includes two men, the disgusting image of self and Jesus. It is not so much the words Jesus speaks nor even the words left unspoken that stir the joy beyond belief within. It is the way Jesus is looking upon this disgusting image of a man. So since mirrors merely reflect, it dawns on me… I am not standing alone in front of this mirror.
My playlist during the incubation of the rich young american