FALL 2005Nicole Rayborn
Mullica Hill MM
y window is made of many windowpanes. The windowpanes show the life cycle of generations. Some of them are as old as the meetinghouse, wonderfully ripped and bubbled. Some of them are fresh and new and smooth. As I look through them I reflect on all their different presentations-from impressionism to realism. All of them provide me the ability to see the outside. The color and the light comes through them all. Which one do I like more—the rippled, the smooth?
My first gift: The windowpanes are humanity. Neither is better or worse or more true than the other. They all do their best in showing how they see the outside. They are unique, and blessed in their uniqueness. My work in looking through them is not to decide which one I like best, but to enjoy what I see no matter which glass I look through. Sometimes the beauty is in the glass and sometimes the view and sometimes both. The combinations are endless.
My second gift came the Sunday of our last quarterly meeting: Up against the wall somehow the windowpanes were reflecting their light. They were not only showing the world outside, but they were also illuminating the meetinghouse with their varied textured reflections. With their own glowing light.
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