God uses the foolish things to confound the wise (1 Cor 1:27) ... and perhaps the simple things to relay the profound. Such was the case this morning as I again reflected on Ephesians 1 and 2 and the fact that I am God's masterpiece. Ephesians 2:8-10 says, "God saved you by his grace when you believed. And you can't take credit for this it is a gift of God. Salvation is not a reward for the good things we have done, so none of us can boast about it. For we are God's masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus, so we can do the good things he planned for us long ago" (NLT). So that list of things that makes me feel like a masterpiece? Rubbish. God's fingerprints on me have nothing to do with the sparkliness of my bathrooms or the obedience of my children. I can take no credit.
I have these little clay ornaments. * I've spent hours mixing clay colors to find just the right hue, pressing and squeezing and shaping, pricking and cutting, all the while praying that God will use them for His purposes. When they are ready for the oven, they appear nothing like the original lump of clay. I considered my little masterpieces this morning and it struck me: my little ornaments did nothing to become what they are. It was by my hands (and God's equipping because I am not an artist by any means) that they have taken their shape. And I love them because they are mine; I thought of them, and planned them, and finally I created them.
Perhaps the one disadvantage to being raised in a Bible-teaching home is that the amazing truths of God can become commonplace. That you've heard it so many times, it's easy for the living words to become as rote as knowing your own phone number. And when it does, God ever so gently takes something simple, tangible to breathe new life into the unhearing ears, awakening the dulled senses to the humbling truth that He adores His masterpiece.
* for more information about these ornaments, please contact me though the link in my profile.