The Westside Gazette

What does my soul look like?

Bobby R. Henry, Sr.

What does my soul look like?

But the Lord said to Samuel, “Do not look at his appearance or at the height of his stature, because I have rejected him; for [a]God sees not as man sees, for man looks at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart.” 1 Samuel 16:7 (NASB)

By Bobby R. Henry, Sr.

I have a friend that is constant in his belief that if he keeps love in the front of his actions, he will be alright in the eyes of God.

My friend will readily tell you that he is not a saint  and probably far from it. He will also tell you that, “we got to love everybody even when they do us wrong.” Mind you, my friend is not an avid church goer or one that professes to be all that religious, as-a-matter-of-fact he says that he can’t get into that “religious stuff”.

In more-times-than-not he startles me with some profound thoughts; as if I’m an astute student of the Word or a person of charter to judge someone else, to me it’s apparent that God is forever cleaning the grime from my hands and the stains of sin from soul.

It’s a constant battle and I’ve not given up!

My friend, in a recent session of uplift, spiritual insight and some humorous antidotes to daily letdowns, said to me, “You ever wonder what your soul looked like? I was looking in the mirror trying to see what mine looked like.”

“What your soul looked like” I responded. “Yea if I were to pull all the skin, muscles, blood vessels and everything else off, what would I see” he said.

After we both equated our looks to some new forms of zombies, we wrestled with the persona of a nonphysical appearance to that which causes us to act, react and interact with others.

What does our soul look like? What appearance, if fitted into a shape or image, would reveal the outlining features of our dominant personalities?

Would the face of our soul be so liquid and unattached that it would have the uncontrollable ability to morph into the most hideous forms of deceit?

At our most lucid times in trying to fit the image of our soul into reality, both my friend and I drew strange stares from one another.

I thought he was crazy and he told me that I was angry as hell!

Even though we might house the image and hostilities of the ‘devil with a pitchfork’, we need not allow that to be the face of our soul-easier said than done when our souls are masked with the physical moveable flesh.

We become the living victims of fright night to ourselves when we stand in the mirrors of life as each situation becomes a reflection of how our soul goes from Casper the friendly ghost to the Grude.

What does our soul look like and should it be interchangeable, like our fashionable wardrobes including hair, eyes, teeth and any other parts of our anatomy?

As I look into the mirror to see what my soul looks like, I do not want to see my soul as a scene from last year’s Halloween’s costumes going around scaring the living life out of friend and family.

My friend and I agreed that if we studied, gained knowledge of and practiced the Word, we would have fewer booo moments that come from our own reflection and our visualization of  what our soul looks like.

By using the Word to mold and shape what we look like from the inside out, would certainly create a Master’s piece from His peace within His own  work.

If I should have just a glimpse at what my soul looks like, I would pray that it is an image of what a Master’s  peace has rendered of His canvas of life.—Bobby R. Henry, Sr.



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