When I was growing up I didn't develop an appreciation
for beauty of either man-made things or God-made. It just wasn't a focus in my
family. It may have actually been there but I don’t recall any conversation
revolving around beauty. An awareness and appreciation of beauty awakened late
in me. Once a pastor and his wife came to visit us in Pakistan who were
attracted to the Persian carpet stores and desired to bring a carpet home but
vacillated on buying one because they thought maybe it was too extravagant a
thing to do. Something awakened in me at that moment. For some reason I
wondered if God wanted us to enjoy beauty or kill an appreciation for it?
Suddenly I found myself urging them to buy the small carpet.
“What do you think is the most beautiful thing in the
world?” I asked Fatimeh. “Women and
flowers,” she answered. I like to discuss beauty with my Muslim friends because
I believe every person in the world is created to enjoy beauty, yet we can
almost become oblivious to the beauty around us. When Muslims come from war
zones or political unrest it seems that an awareness of beauty goes dormant. Buildings,
parks, roads, infrastructure, museums, music and the arts, and homes get
destroyed or damaged. It takes a long time for the beauty of man-made things to
get restored. Even longer for a quiet and gentle spirit to be restored. Dwelling
on bad memories or having a busy lifestyle can wipe out an awareness of beauty.
We can become too busy to smell the roses. Can you imagine no beauty to enjoy?
That would be hell. So, I try to draw people’s attention to beauty whether it
be calligraphy, flowers, carpets, or a picture on a calendar. Often Muslim women
are fearful that the evil eye of jealousy will be directed towards them if we
express beauty about their children or home. Sad! Full enjoyment of beauty is
inhibited if there is fear of jealousy and harm.
It is thrilling for me to have my Muslim friends read
about creation and also about heaven. We talk about perfect beauty. Fatimeh was reading the creation story and
was awed by the beauty and perfection before sin entered the world. She sounded
disappointed when Genesis 3 was read; especially when the beauty of male and
female dynamics changed into a power play. Her expressiveness can be rather
dramatic at times. Then she read about heaven from the Young Reader’s Bible
story book. The last page depicted a picture of Jesus in a white robe and gold
sash and crown on his head. She stared at the picture and remarked, “He is
beautiful.” “Yes, He is, Fatimeh,” I
replied. She called him a queen not
remembering the word king. That made me smile. Perhaps it was the long white
robe which confused her. Beauty is so mysterious and irresistibly delightful.
We have a beautiful earth and a beautiful Triune God. It gives me great joy to
try to describe God as He is depicted in the Bible and as I know Him
personally.