During my senior year of college, I spent an entire semester fastidiously choosing the perfect combination of color, size and style typeface for my design portfolio to present to potential employers. For most, who are unfamiliar or have never been trained in design, this would seem to be a vain effort. Michael Bierut, a partner in the Pentagram design group in New York, however, would not see my labor as fruitless. When describing an ill-fitted font that was chosen for a church in Cape May Point, New Jersey, Mr. Bierut said, “I wouldn’t choose it as a font for St. Agnes Church even as a joke. Every time I go by, my vacation is, for a moment, ruined.” [New York Times, Mistakes in Typography Grate the Purists]
Ruined. That’s exactly how I feel sometimes. I can’t pass by any sort of billboard or advertisement without critiquing the selected font, size, color, and style. I don’t think in the same manner as I once did because I now have a much deeper understanding of the true beauty of design.
I often feel the same way about being a Christian. I am ruined. I have been enlightened to the true beauty of the Gospel and can no longer view the world as I did before becoming a Christian. In 1 Corinthians 13:11, Paul describes feeling the same way: “When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me.” NIV.
When you think of your life as a Christian now in comparison to five years ago, do you feel ruined? If so, what a glorious ruin it is!