I’m an artist. Its in my nature to create, whether that’s a painting, room design, or a do-it-yourself project. I like to make, create, or find beauty in the world around me. But whenever I design or create something, I almost always have a purpose in mind. If I want an art piece to hang on a wall, I might do a painting or enlarge a photograph. If I need a coffee table or more storage, I’d probably build or makeover a furniture piece. If I wanted to create a sculptural piece to look at, I’d create a sculptural piece to look at! There’s always a purpose behind my projects, a reason I create.
I like to think…no, I believe there is a reason this world was created. I believe each of us was created with purpose. I don’t believe the world is a series of random developments or coincidental actions. I believe that there is One Great Artist who created this world and gave it life. Let me introduce you to Him.
Before there was anything, there was a Great Artist. He decided one day to create a masterpiece. The backdrop for His masterpiece is the world as we know it – full of majestic mountains, running rivers, and blooming buds. But the piece de resistance of His masterpiece is you. He conceived of your form and shape first. Then He set to carefully sculpting you. Every curve of your body was carefully shaped. Every hair on your head was meticulously weaved. Every skill, gift, talent you have was given to you by the Great Artist. You were created with purpose.
But something happened. You, me – we weren’t satisfied to be the creation. We wanted to be the Creator. We wanted not to display the beauty of our Artist, but rather have the power of our Artist. So we started painting over the Artist’s paint. We started shaving away parts of our beauty. We tried to change ourselves to be what we thought was best. And in doing this, our unique beauty was broken, disfigured, and destroyed. And our purpose was lost.
We don’t know what to do now. We can’t go back to our Great Artist. We think He will be angry with us. We think He’ll punish us for destroying what He created. We think, “What is our purpose now?”
Yet, the Artist comes looking for us – His masterpiece. We’re something special to Him. We’re something of immense value to Him. He crafted us to look the way we do. He created us each with purpose and intention. He’s calling us to come and show off the beauty He created again.
He finds His work shattered, though, disfigured and unrecognizable. What was once purposefully created, we have made unattractive and crude. We have shaken our fists at our Creator and told Him we know better. We have thought that we would be better as a sculpture than the photograph we are. We have cursed the Artist for making us round when we wanted to be square. We have balked at His plans and His designs, rather than trusting and embracing them.
I’ve never once had a piece of art that I’ve created tell me that I created it wrong. No canvas has ever told me it should have been blue when I painted it red. No photograph has told me it should have been a metal sculpture. And no room design has ever recoiled at the style I selected for it. I can only imagine, though, that I would be pretty offended if one of my creations had the audacity to question me as the creator.
But our Creator, our Great Artist doesn’t do that. He embraces us – in our broken and disfigured state. He starts to wash our broken and marred pieces. He handles us gently with kind words rather than harsh ones. And He starts to put us back together. He starts to restore us to our original beauty.
It takes time. And it’s painful. But slowly we’re reworked and reimagined.
Our brokenness isn’t erased. But rather the Artist teaches us to embrace it – so we don’t ever forget we’re not perfect, but He is.
He highlights our scars with golden seams that hold us together again. And He reimagines our brokenness into a thing of beauty.
Maybe you’ve met this Artist before. Maybe He’s a name from a story book you heard in Sunday School. Maybe He seems like a harsh dictator with a list of rules. Maybe He’s just someone you call out to in times of great need.
But I want you to know Him as your Great Artist.
You didn’t just evolve over time. You aren’t a random development. You are a masterpiece. You were created with purpose. You were sculpted – every part of you – so that nothing is a mistake. And each one of us – from the color of our skin to the shape of our body – is beautiful and unique, a masterpiece that displays the glory of the Great Artist.
Don’t erase your beauty. Don’t change it.
And if you already have, if you’re feeling broken and disfigured, come to the Great Artist who wants to reimagine your brokenness.
Psalm 139: 13-16
13 For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
15 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.
16 Your eyes saw my unformed body;
all the days ordained for me were written in your book
before one of them came to be.