Launching a New Life in Christ
On March 18 2018 I was called to be the new pastor at the First…
It is true. Sometimes you just feel like sitting down, pen in hand, or better yet, keyboard under fingers, and spilling out something on the page. There is an undeniable therapeutic quality in it, at least for me. I think it stems from the notion that I am taking an essential part of my humanity and making it permanent. I am not expelling something from myself, rather I am extending myself.
I think we can extend this to any creative process, and procreation too, for that matter. And yet all things are ephemeral, except God, who is eternal. So the writing fades on the page. Our thoughts get lost in some obscure file on some old laptop sitting on the top shelf of a closet under a few old sweatshirts that you can’t bear to get rid of. Someday no one will even know how to access that hard drive. But the words will still be there in bits and bites, until the sun explodes a couple of billion years from now.
And yet we must remember that God created us, making us in the image of the divine, and one of the great qualities of God is that creative process, beginning with light and finding its end in humanity. So, perhaps we can view our own yen to create, to make something in our own image, as an extension of that divine movement. We are, in our own creation, part of God’s ultimate divine will in the making of all that was, all that is, and all that ever shall be. Amen.