“For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto good works, which God hath before ordained that we should walk in them” (King James Ephesians 2:10).
In
Ephesians we are told we are God’s workmanship. The word workmanship originates from the word, poiema: of the works of God as creator. The concept of poiema –
God’s living, breathing poem, invigorates me! My life is His poem written and
expressed. We are each a unique poem that God is using to reflect Himself in
our weary world. We are the image bearers; the light givers— we reflect the God
of the universe. We do so when we live our lives as the poem God designed.
But
wait a minute! Doesn’t this feel like a trick in a way? How do I know what poem
my life is to reflect? My life does not feel like art. It does not feel like a
reflection of God’s image. But it is. Our inner woven beings are designed to
reflect Him in a unique way: a quirky twist that ignites and inspires others in
a way no one else can.
But what if you’re not living up to the expectations of this poem he has designed? I think the better question to ask is, what if you can’t help to live out the poem? What if, even in the midst of sin and brokenness, you exude, like an odor you can’t control, the remnants of the poem living inside you? When you speak, little elements slip out, unbeknownst to you that point to your poem. What if your messy life is the exact way God uses to release the masterpiece within?
God is inside the mess of our life. We are crafted with unique spins and stories and elements. Each of us woven together to create the masterpiece of the grandest creator of all. The creator God. The creative genius that thought it all up: The plants, the trees, the planets, the animals, the oceans, the sunsets … the people each with unique spins of the story. The loftiness of this is too much! I drop to my knees in adoration and awe! God you are marvelous and wonderful. Your works display the grandeur of you. Your glory is on display everyday. Thank you Lord Jesus!!
