YCreation Speaks
Today something happened to me.
Today I remembered I'm God's creation.
And I think of what that means. Being someone's creation. Imagine creating something. A piece of art, a story, music...in my mind's eye I see wooden statues and and reminded of the little Play-Doh figurines everyone makes when they are young and have lots of free time.
What does the little Play-Doh figure mean to you?
It's yours, for one. No one made it with you; it all belongs to you.
You put effort into making it. The way you sculpted its fingers until it was just the way you wanted it to, the colours you used so it would look pretty to you. Its shape--long and skinny, round like a ball, short, tall, whatever. Long hair, short hair, brown hair, black hair, golden flaxen hair like Sleeping Beauty's or bright red like Ariel's. You would mould it, shape it, tug and pull at it until you were finally satisfied, and then you would look at it in satisfaction--it was your work of art now, and you were happy with it.
In the same way, God delights in us. He looked at that way. He put so much effort into making us just right, just the way He wanted us to be made. He carefully selected the colour of my skin, my hair, the length of my eyelashes, the shape of my toes, carefully moulding my body just the way He wanted it. Gave me talents, a personality--looked at them all in me with love. Mistakes? What mistakes? For this is how my analogy and His truth is different. While I may regret the way my little Play-Doh thing looks after the while, God, in His infinite wisdom, will never regret the work that is us. Every gift of intelligence, of mobility, of talent, of skill He has placed in my hands is there to serve His purpose.
He is my Creator, and He loves me because He made me.
And because He made me, it would take quite a bit to destroy me, wouldn't it? The same way I'd never allow my brother to touch my art work because I was afraid he'd mess them up or something. In this way He protects us from harm, real harm from the devil. For the danger is not the loss of your physical body, your intelligence, your social status; it is the loss of faith, of your soul to the devil for keeping.
For all the things that are flawed in me, God still loves me. He allowed certain problems, like my inabilities to speak Chinese or shut up when there's a spelling mistake or stop whining when people tell me to. Despite all these 'imperfections', I am still His creation, and because of Christ's blood, all my iniquities, my sins--past, present and future--are forgiven and I am blameless in His sight.
How fantastic is that? I'm not righteous because of what I do, I am righteous because of what He has done.
Therefore, I have no need to feel inferior to others; no right, even, for if I think myself still 'dirty' and needing more cleansing than what God has already given me, I am undermining God's power that has redeemed me.
I will have trials and my sins, impurities, will be revealed to me, and I will be changed, because the process of sanctification is not fully complete, but I shall not brood over my sins and allow my faults to preoccupy me to the point where I condemn myself, because I am God's creation, His wonderful, good creation, and I am loved by Him.
jac was here with you
9/26/2004 07:58:00 pm
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