imago dei

Tuesday, June 6, 2017


  “So God created man in his own image,

male and female he created them.”
Genesis 1:27(ESV)

We are all made in the image of God
In the image of God, He created us
We seem to have forgotten our origins
Pulled up our roots and left home for the street
We surround ourselves with those just like us
If they're different, they aren't someone we want to meet
We forget we're all saplings, little seeds, here in the dirt
Spread out across the nations, but planted in the same earth
After all, we don't like their culture, their political party
The clothes they wear and, sometimes, not even the food they eat

You know the ones I'm speaking of
Or, at least, you know what you've heard
And we know that hearsay is gospel
To step outside our comfort zone
Would not be anything less than absurd
So, you stick with your people
And they stick with theirs
But I wonder how much hatred would simply not exist
If we ever bothered to be open
And stitch together all the tears

The man with the broken English
Who has been here a few short years
The one who spends his evenings learning
As much about his new country as he can
He finds comfort in the familiarity of those who come from his homeland
But he tries his best to connect to the world around him, foreign as it seems
And yet, still, the things you spit at him:
Why won't he integrate?”
Perhaps he should just go back from where he came.”
But in the time you've spent judging him, did you even try to learn his name?

The young woman with the hijab
That no one dares look in the eye
Because they flash with unspoken fear
And war and running
Far, far from bombs and terror and home just to survive
No one knows her secret sorrow
Or cares that she can feel their unease
But if you paused for just a moment
And let her know, it's going to be okay
Maybe that would be enough to give her enough courage to make it through the day

The one that stands homeless with a cardboard sign
On the corner of a busy street
She's panhandling for a little change and maybe a bite to eat
Some scoff and roll their eyes, others demand she get a job
What they don't know is that she's already working
But after paying for books and tuition doesn't have enough for food or a home
They have no idea she's pursuing her Masters
Yes..she's getting a degree
They wouldn't know because when they look at her
None of them truly see

And you
The one reading this
The one with the smile that lights up like stars
Maybe you're thick
Maybe you're skinny
Flawless skin or deeply scarred
Do you know who you're representing
Each time you step out your door?
You are made in the image of the Almighty
And so is the guy living next door

We are all made in the image of God
Whether we're white, brown, black
Rich, poor, from Polynesia or Iraq
We belong to the One who made us
Every skin color, history, and culture
God never made a single person without leaving His mark
So, yes, that person you're thinking of
They're made in His image, too
They were made for relationship and purpose
Just like me and you

Some of us just don't know it yet

So, the next time you see a person
The type you tend to look away from
When passing them on the street
Make sure to tell them that God loves them

And be kind to everyone you meet

Hey, everyone! I'm back from my lengthy hiatus(September?? Really, Ashlyn??). I promise I won't fall off the map like that again! As you can see, the blog has a new name! I think it encapusulates the theme I'm trying to present more as I won't just be ranting about horses anymore haha! How have you guys been? Drop a comment below and let me know!

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