In a grocery store, in the chip aisle a few years ago, Lewis's words were echoing my head. It struck me most when a women in a dirty white coat came looking for a certain item. Her hair was ratty. Her long coat was yellowing, and he face was buried in it. She clearly had some mental disorders, yet I realized she had the image of God buried in that coat. Everyone sparkled for a while after that.
(HT: The Search)