4.05.2007

Creativity.

We know that God created the universe... we think of Him as being powerful and speaking the world into existence... but... do we ever think of him as artist? As playfully and joyfully creating for the sake of creating things, and enjoying it? Of painting the skies, and crafting a million random unnecessary things for us- like beautiful seashells, or just the abundance of different kinds of weeds?
Or how about how the tiniest of bugs are so meticulously created and crafted- like the lacy iridescence of dragonfly wings, or the beady little eyes of a fly?
Or how about the beauty of a flower- a rose that didn't have to exist at all... a lilac.. a birch tree. The delicate way that God crafted leaves, their tiny veins thead through them... how they change color in the fall, from a life-bringing brilliant green, to fiery reds, oranges, pinks, purples, and browns?
How about the beauty of fire? It's so destructive, so useful, and so beautiful. Why did God create the laws of physics? Why did he let things decompose? Why is the sky blue? Why do we have so many gorgeous stars overhead, all of which did not have to ever have been made?
Why are they so pretty? Why did He create the oceans, so vibrant and teeming with life, so varied and delightful? Why so many different climates and textures and places on earth? Why so many species of animals? Why?? Not because He had to... but because it delighted him to do so.
" The heavens declare the glory of God;
the skies proclaim the work of his hands." Psalm 19:1

"""For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother's womb.

I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.

My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place.
When I was woven together in the depths of the earth,

your eyes saw my unformed body.
All the days ordained for me
were written in your book
before one of them came to be.

How precious to me are your thoughts, O God!
How vast is the sum of them!

Were I to count them,
they would outnumber the grains of sand.
When I awake,
I am still with you."""


Our God is awesome.