There we see the image of Christ.

If we earnestly, continually, and lovingly behold it, the effect will be the changing of our own lives into the same likeness.

The transformation is wrought by the divine Spirit, and our part is only to behold, to continue beholding, the blessed beauty.

We sit before the camera, and our own picture is printed on the prepared glass.

We sit before Christ, and we become the camera, and his image is printed on our soul.
There is a pathetic story of a French sculptor, which illustrates the sacredness with which life's ideal should be cherished and guarded.