We are God’s Master Poem
When you look in the mirror what comes to your mind? Do you see yourself as a masterpiece? A poem, carefully crafted? A work of great glory and detail? A being of importance?
Perhaps when your hair is out of place and your breath smells less than desirable, you can’t imagine that any of those nouns and adjectives apply to you. Me neither!
Perhaps when you sin by ignoring the needs of those closest to you, or angrily lash out at a co-worker, or impatiently grumble at the trials of life, you don’t feel like any of those nouns and adjectives apply to you. And once again, I am right there with you.
Yet in the midst of both our disheveled hair and deceitful hearts, our frumpiness and our faithlessness, God calls us His master poem:
“For we are God’s workmanship…” (Ephesians 2:10). The Greek word used by Paul here is what we use today to say, “poem.” Translators have used terms like workmanship, creation, masterpiece, and handiwork to flesh out and give life what our flesh and life truly are in God’s eyes.
So, you unkempt treasure, tidy yourself up at the bathroom sink. And yes, saint with dirty hands, wash them in the endless fountain of grace that the blood of Jesus Christ has bought.
Remember to dress yourself with appropriate garments and good works. Remember to walk with humbled head held high, for your Creator calls you His master poem.