An artist has a particularly creative skill. An overwhelming combination of composition and delicacy, coarseness, and framework. Their minds weave together all the beauty and sadness cooped up in this world and we as spectator’s awe over every inch of it.
With a multitude of artisans, we have a boundless pit of visionary work to get lost in; whether it be to the beat of a drum set, the soft-spoken violin, the freshly done oil painting, a beautiful new recipe, a book that teaches you something heart wrenching- whatever it may be, we have an avenue of pure human beauty, a welcoming into struggling hearts that walk around our streets with a smile.
And aren’t we so proud of this work? As the artist themselves, do you not imagine they take a step back and admire their accomplishment? That their pride is leaping for joy at the work their own two hands created? I imagine they are dumbfounded at their ability, wondering how they’ve made it here, learned what they have and strove for nothing less.
As admirers, students, the audience- do we drool over the magnitude it portrays? Swaying to the melody, lost in its comfort; gripping the pages and praying for it to be your life; wondering how many people you could reach with this way of food. Do we downgrade our own ability, searching for the creativity within our own souls, and second guessing our significance to it all?
Amidst it all, the ingenious masterpieces and powerful forums, there is only one true abounding artisan: our Father.
His masterpiece? Christ. His inspiration? Us. The finished project? A life with Him.
We spend countless minutes or days dancing along what we find creatively beautiful, what we connect to, where we find comfort- look in the mirror, and tell yourself you are that purpose for the Lord our Father. You are his handiwork, his workmanship, the brush and the oil, the canvas, and the finish. We are created by His own hands and in His personal image. If we can get lost in the mesmerizing beauty of one song, how much more do you think God looks at us in that way?
Ephesians 2:10 For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works which God prepared beforehand, that we should walk in them.
Our human creativity, the songs and the instruments, the novels, and the skill, we produce them with the desire to reach others on an intimate level. Connection is one of the strongest emotions we face, we desire it and consume it. Our Father, who created us with specific interest, had the good intention of serving him as our savior and God. We are not just here to be complacent, but rather serve Him who creatively chose us and made us, and share that good news with those that do not understand.
We are His masterpiece, with a connection to His love, and the intention to live for Him; a work of art that has all the power in the world to reach our neighbors and spectators, because He provides us with the means.
Psalm 8:3-5 When I look at your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place, what is man that you are mindful of him, and the son of man that you care for him? Yet you have made him a little lower than the heavenly beings and crowned him with glory and honor.
Think about the sky, the artwork of it all with a complex set of colors, bursting clouds, the night sky lit by stars and moons- the view is overpowering for our human minds, yet it was created with no effort from the fingers of our Lord. The magnitude that is in that truth, is relentless. His power is beyond comprehension, his creativity, and motives bigger than our version of “magnificent.” Our masterpieces of this life are nothing compared to the expertise of His divine design.
Yet, we, individually, personally and intimately, are a treasure within it all. We are not left aside the artwork, but strategically placed within it. We ourselves are his handiwork, drawn up to serve Him and trust His plan for it all.
In moments of unsureness, loss of identity and lack of beauty, remember who created you, and how intimately so.