The Lesson I Learned
Writers don’t care how they look. What is important to them is what they write about. You can look like a wreck and write the most beautiful prose. You can have wart on your nose and write a lovely poem. Writers have no wish to attain the heights of beauty. Not in the physical sense. Their world is in words, in worlds, in heaven or in some part of hell where a little bit of life still thrives.
I went to a writer’s conference last year. The keynote speaker was a woman who was a writer -in-residence at a university. She looked like someone’s old maiden aunt. She wore no makeup, her hair was disheveled from the wind, her clothes weren’t designer clothes. They were the clothes of a journeywoman. Someone who just came out of a long trip on the road.
Yet when she read her work I began to hear and see her world, her humor and her wit. Yes, she was a writer. Not a thing about her physically that would cause a lot of heads to turn. But turn they did when they heard her speak.
So I learned a lesson that day. I felt like I could be comfortable as a writer. I didn’t need makeup. I didn’t need a lot of hair product nor did I need to wear the latest fashions to be with other writers. Or, to write on my laptop. In class, my classmates and I get along well discussing what I loved doing: Writing. What we did was enough. And that was to write, and write well.
And part of the lesson for me was to look at others without judging them based on their appearance. It is not how God wants us to treat people. We need to look into their eyes, their smiles, the creases on their brows, the rough edges of their lives and come to understand how God made them the way they are and see how they work, what they do. How their lives glorify God. How their lives fit in with the Plan of God.
Each of us has a purpose in life. Don’t let the way we look to each other get in the way.