We look at Frames this weekend. Frames are what shrouds and obscures the masterpiece of you in a dismal, discolored, damaged, disgraced, dirty disguise. We can learn to live behind a false painting bound by deceptive frames and our true and most authentic selves remain unknown. Maybe you have traded the masterpiece God created you to be for a poor, stained, inferior, dusty version of yourself—an old picture inside a rickety old frame worth four bucks at a flea market.
