Where’s My Soul?

What lies behind the mirror is a wall. What lies in front is mystery.

“Step right up folks; take the mirror test,” says the conman in the town square. “But be warned, this is a special mirror that looks into your soul. Everything you hide in there will be known.”

Everybody takes a step back, everybody a sinner it seems.

“Surely one person here is brave enough to face the mirror."

Everybody takes another step back, but me. Anchored by the power of suggestion, I stand still. To everyone else’s laughter and delight, I’m pulled in front of the mirror, trembling with fear of what I’ll see, and even worse, what others will. My resistance isn’t sufficient to save me from shame and embarrassment, and so my moment of truth arrives. I stare at the mirror and I see nothing. Nothing at all!

The conman announces, “This poor man has no soul!”