Imago Dei: The Forgotten Image

The seats in the lobby by the neurosciences hospital are plenty, but only few people occupy them at this hour. It is 4:45 eastern time, and the winter clouds had blocked the warm glow of the sunset which usually blankets any interior at this point. The glass wall and ceiling is massive, about 80 foot high, and held together by steel beams and aluminum frames. Light fixtures hang emanating a warm yellow glow, replacing, as it seems, the missed sunset. On the other side, the walls are decorated with handmade art. It is good art—not great—but good, and provides the basic function of comforting the anxious with some semblance of human compassion where it is most needed. A steady humming of the air ducts permeate the hearing, accompanied by the sound of footsteps, low and nervous chatter, voice calls, and squeaking wheel chairs. Masks are still part of hospital policy—or at the very least an expected norm within its premises.

Nikon Z6 II | 18-35mm F/3.5-4.5

It would not be hard to understand if I claim that I’ll be having difficulties explaining to my young daughters what kind of world they are going to navigate. Today, while running on the treadmill, the news headline states that 76% of Americans agree that there is lack of civility in general. In the screen, people are shown having having public meltdowns. I am not even going to start how rude people are in the comments section, thanks to internet anonymity. It seems that regardless of what these last two years have brought, the tensions remain high, and the public temperature keeps going up.