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  • Ahh, ancient languages and exegeses. You make me reminisce my undergraduate days, Uncy John!

    The Greek phrase is transliterated, more or less, dia esoptrou en ainigmati, roughly, "through a mirror in riddles". You'll do well to look in a good lexicon for deeper word meanings. (I'm not sure why the KJV would use the word "glass".)

    One interesting tidbit is that "mirrors", in the first century, weren't silver-backed glass. They were polished metal, often steel or bronze, which distorted the reflections

    • I don't see the problem ... "glass" has commonly been used for "mirror" (remember Alice?). The KJV was trying to use a certain type of language, not trying to be accurate. And while ainigmati literally means riddle, it was used to mean "indistinct" by Plutarch, and, apparently, by Paul here.

      Anyway, I've always understood it as jjohn does. We don't and can't know everything. I think the interpretation of the Phrase Finder there is nonsense. I've never heard it before, and it doesn't even make sense to me from the context or the words being used.

      One of my favorite old songs is from the 1980 album "The Sky is Falling" by Randy Stonehill, called "Through the Glass Darkly."


      I heard God was at the palace doing a one night stand
      so I went out there to see Him with my hope in my hand
      he was just a boy of fifteen without much to say
      and when he started signing autographs I walked away

      I was standing on a corner by the marketplace
      when a fella with some leaflets shoved one right in my face
      well he poked me with his Bible like it was a loaded gun
      and I said whatever it is you're selling man I don't want none

      all our superstars are suicidal casualties
      and our heroes die in motel rooms and motorcades
      oh it seems like all our dreams are only fantasies
      and I wonder if we'll learn from the mistakes we've made

      I bumped into Mr. Jimi at a London hotel
      and he said let's get together but he didn't look well
      when I woke up in the morning all the papers read
      Jimi Hendrix overdosed last night in bed

      all our superstars are suicidal casualties
      and our heroes die in motel rooms and motorcades
      well it seems like all our dreams turn into tragedies
      and I wonder if we'll learn from the mistakes we've made

      now I'm waiting at the bus stop for the bus to arrive
      and I know there must be more to life than staying alive
      well I don't know where I'm going when I climb in
      but it can't be any emptier than where I've been