“I believe that God made me for a purpose…, but He also made me fast, and when I run, I feel His pleasure….” — Eric Liddell
I take no pleasure in running. But I am captivated by the thought of God making us good at something (even good at something as unnecessary to life as running); that there is a chance He delights in seeing us recognize how He made us; that He fully wants us to use what He gave, to completely enjoy it. (Not to the exclusion of being productive, but along side it.)
I’ve never been quite clear on the role of an artist—either in this world or the next. I console myself by quipping about my imitations of the heavenly Creator.
Can you imagine God being delighted, not in your striving toward being more like Him, but in being more like YOU?
This seems almost too good to be true.
(And why does my puttering in the studio now feel like worship?)