Friday, March 16, 2012
the infinite poet makes poems of infinite variety
God, you created me and I became wretched,but you are merciful and I became your workmanship.
God is a poet. The prophets attest to this. We are his creation; therefore, we are his poems. The infinite poet makes poems of infinite variety. This means that life should never get boring. If it does, it is not the poet’s fault. It is because the critics have edited the poem with no mercy, stripping the poem of its original vitality. They think the poem is not good enough; that is a lie.
Poems become wretched pieces of art in the hands of too many critics. A poem should be regarded with silent respect and appreciated for its unique, intrinsic grace and beauty.
We have learned to critique and judge from the chief judger. His title is Accuser. The Accuser marred the mark of God in us. But God, in his mercy, is able to refashion his work of art into something even more beautiful than before. God has the authority to do this because he is, after all, the original author. He is more than our Maker, he is the great Re-maker.
When the apostle Paul reminds us that we are God’s workmanship, he used the word from which our word “poem” is derived. He goes on to remind us that God did not just randomly jot words on a page; no, he planned out the special message he wanted to say beforehand and arranged the phrases and rhymes in singular ways. He knows each one of his poems by heart.
There is one thing all his poems have in common: love. Even God could never be anything other than a composer of love poems. It is all he has to give and it is everything we need. You are God’s love poem. He invites you now to collaborate with him in creation: put a tune to his words.
We are God’s workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do. -Ephesians 2:10