He’s doing an art project.
Only two months ago, his little boy died.
Today, he’s working at making something beautiful.
I’m having a hard time wrapping my brain around this one. I have a few questions.
Does God feel sadness? How is it that He keeps giving us beautiful things, long after we, made in His image, have hurt and destroyed others, also made in His image?
Long after we killed His only Son.
Why would He continue to bring us each new gorgeous dawn—each new colorful Spring—He who upholds all with the power of His hands? (Colossians 1:16-17)
Does He feel sadness?
His Son did, as He walked on the earth. I’ve told you before of one of my favorite verses in the Bible. I’ve committed it to memory. Even now, I can remember it word for word.
Jesus wept. (John 11:35)
Along with His followers, He felt intense sadness. He had no fear of lessening His influence on them by allowing them to see His tears. There was no embarrassment in showing His emotional state.
Yet, He was the embodiment of His Heavenly Father. The exact image. (Colossians 1:15-16)
God feels sorrow.
He feels sorrow, yet He continues to astound us with beauty.
Me? I mope when I’m sad. I sit in my chair and sigh pitifully. I gripe and I grouse, lashing out at those around me.
Work on an art project when I’m down? Produce things of beauty when I hurt? Hardly.
The young artist/father I visited with in my business today does, too. He, in the midst of the storm, turns to creativity to bring beauty out of his chaos. Then, when the art project fizzles, he makes music.
From the ashes of catastrophe, he draws out beauty.
It doesn’t mean the pain of loss isn’t ever-present—a shadow lurking on the fringes. He just refuses to wallow in it, to let it have the reins of his existence.
The sun didn’t show its face today in the sky. The gray day worked its way into my spirit in much the same way the cold crept into my bones But in my store, the brilliant illumination couldn’t be cloaked.
Light overcomes darkness. Always.
Maybe it’s time for us to give the dark times to a God who still makes beauty from darkness.
I’m thinking brighter days are ahead.
Every man must decide whether he will walk in the light of creative altruism or in the darkness of destructive selfishness.
(Martin Luther King Jr. ~ American pastor/civil rights activist ~ 1929-1968)
And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters. And God said, Let there be light: and there was light. And God saw the light, that it was good: and God divided the light from the darkness.
(Genesis 1:2-4 ~ KJV)
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