Thursday, February 19, 2009

Portrait of a Preacher

When I found this black and white photograph in this wonderful old mat and frame I had to have it. There were so many things that I loved about this picture, the gentleness that seemed to just emanate from this man and the way I could be transported to a much different time and place just by looking at a photograph.

I wondered if this man is someone who was loved very much by many or cherished by only a few. I couldn't help but wonder about the things that might have made his hair gray or the children that he undoubtedly held in his hands. I wondered what book he was reading and found myself believing that it was the Bible even though I cannot tell for sure. And I even hoped it was my favorite passage.

As I search this old photograph for clues that might satisfy my hunger to know this man I wonder if he was a vessel for God's work and restored souls as his photograph was restored.

I have looked at this photograph for weeks now and my thoughts and feelings haven't changed. This is a photograph of a gentle soul who was loved. I will never know who he is, but I will always know how he made me feel...