In a mirror dimly

Yesterday afternoon I had a half-day off work and thought I'd go and peruse the Sculptures by the Sea. I wasn't going to take loads of photos, because my camera is not really up to the "arty" shots, and I thought I'd end up with a lot of fairly uninteresting shots of sculptures, with no people in them, just sculptures lacking depth of field. But I was rather taken with this particular work and out came my camera. For some reason, looking at it my mind dug up 1 Corinthians 13:12. It's a tenuous connection, but from there I also thought, looking at this sculpture of a woman staring into her own tiny mirror, while surrounded by a magnificent display of God's glory in the water-carved cliff faces, in the spanless ocean with the afternoon sun glancing off the waves, in the heavens reflected in rockpools so much larger and clearer than her mirror, with thousands of people passing by, to whom her back was turned, about how we can lose perspective and block out or take no interest in what is happening beyond our own lives and sit, face to the ground, staring at our own small reflection - missing the much grander vista of God's workings in the world and in the cosmos.