Apparently, Shakespeare said it first, and best when he penned:
All that glisters is not gold.
Modern language has changed the saying to “All that glitters is not gold.” But I prefer Shakespeare’s word glisters.
To my ears, glister spoken sounds like a very close cousin to blister. And, within the confines of the expression, shiny sparkly things can sometimes be blisters on the soul.
Because we desire gold. Gold as in the Golden Rule, the highest standard, the symbol of excellence, purity and highest good. Our soul longs for that perfect form of justice, love, mercy, goodness, purity, beauty and excellence. Our highest ideal.
Although we know that we cannot obtain this highest ideal here on Earth, we do know that God has set that desire in our hearts and has created and given us glimpses of the Golden Ideal.
Besides the usual glisters that capture our eye-money, fame, beauty, and power-there’s another, more dangerous form of glister that captures us as well.
There are Glisters who live amongst us. Those who temporarily blind us with their sparkles and beauty, their radiant goodness, their morality above reproach, their par excellence.
And they sparkle and glister, but their heart, their soul, is not gold. When they finally reveal their true inner self and true motives, they become a blister on our soul, a reminder that we can be fooled for a season.
Fair warning has been given as Shakespeare’s quote continues in his play The Merchant of Venice.
All that glisters is not gold;
Often have you heard that told;
Many a man his life has sold
But my outside to behold:
Gilded tombs do worms enfold
Has you been as wise as bold,
Even though these people might create a blister upon your soul…painful, annoying, and uncomfortable; the great thing about blisters is that they pop…and disappear. For good. And your soul, once tender and vulnerable to deceptive “golden” boys/girls is now calloused and toughened to those who would try and capitalize on your tender spots.
And so, my prayer for myself as I discover the Glisters in my life, is that I may be a dull piece of pottery on the exterior, but hold priceless treasure on the inside for the glory of my Father.
Have you discovered Glisters in your life? How did you move on and become a hidden treasure in a jar of clay?