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Craft
Made in the image of God. God’s handiwork! His craft.
The word “craft” reminds me of nights spent sewing until I finished the dress at three o’clock in the morning – frequently. Perhaps it was a dress for the school dance and I had wanted to change the pattern and do something more decorative. Yes, I remember the green dress cut on the princess line with the big puffed sleeves and the deep v-front. “Beautiful”, I thought as I looked at the pattern, but I want the skirt to swing a bit more. I know what I’ll do. I’ll put big gold triangular panels between the seams of the skirt so that it can flow out more as I dance. I’ll feel much more like a princess in a skirt with movement in it. I was used to movement in skirts because of the kilt I had worn as a child, and even as a student I had lived in it. The feel of that skirt always delighted me as it created its own rhythm and composed my walk. So I felt beautiful in that creation as the evening dance progressed. Only the groping hands distressed me, but I dealt with those.
There were other dresses too, and shorts. Before each could be made there had to be a vision, a dream, a projected thought. The thought danced in the mind, tossed this way and that, until its detail became complete and the plan became evident. The materials were selected with a shrewd eye and a finely tuned touch, all the time the mind dancing with the vision of the end product. Perhaps, in the mental background, the music was already playing, the bodies already swaying in a swirl of togetherness, the romance already taking shape.
Is that how it was when God crafted our world? Was it with the great romance in His heart that he allowed a vision to dance before His eyes of a family that would surround Him like a glorious ballgown adorns a bride? Did He long for a partner to dance with that would warm His heart and return love to Him as He poured it out upon her? Did He then prepare a most magnificent garden for her to inhabit, and fill it with enchanting things for her delight, like birdsong, fluffy creatures, brilliant stars and majestic sunsets changing forever, great lakes and shapely mountains, sunshine and snow, galloping horses and fragile dragonflies, silver fish and lumbering elephants, chattering monkeys and busy ants? Did He think to add new ideas into the pattern as He went, maybe a kangaroo or a panda bear, wind to stir up waves to ripple the ocean and create rhythm and movement, and whales to spurt and frolic for her heart’s delight? Hot springs for her bathing and a million different trees to ponder? And finally, tenderly and oh so lovingly, He sketched her out in the dust, breathed upon her and raised her up, gazing with deep-throated satisfaction at His handiwork, longing for the day when she would be ready for her complete adornment as the Bride of Christ, and totally determined to finish the work He had begun ready for the great occasion, the wedding feast? When the dress got soiled He found a new way to work and recreate the new from the old, determined not to give up on His dream.
After all, “Love never fails!”
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