Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Who Am I?
In all the wide universe, what is humankind's place?
We sit here in a vast cosmos, sandwiched somewhere between quarks and distant galaxies, on a single planet between viruses and blue whales, and amid all of them, I am transfixed by what we are. Ants don't care. Dogs don't care. Oak trees don't care. Neither Venus nor Mars cares. But I do.
I look at myself, feeling the life and strength, seeing what I can do. By simply living, I influence my world. I mold, build, destroy. I grow stuff and I think stuff up. I know power in all of this, flexing and moving, and the excitement at my abilities in this world grows. My own image casts itself against the great backdrop of heaven and earth, and I cry, "I am woman!"
Then I remember:
What do you have that you did not receive? And if you did receive it, why do you boast as though you did not?--1Corinthians 4:7
For everything I build, God first made the building materials. For everything I grow, God first made the seed. For every thought, God provides the inspiration. It is His. It is all His.
Who am I in the universe?
I am the image, the flesh and blood reflection, of my Creator God.
I walk with arms and legs that came from His very thought. I think with a brain, a mind, modeled on His own. I manipulate a world conceived and made from nothing before time began purely from His imagination.
And this does not make me less, it makes me more.
So God created man in His own image, in the image of God He created them...--Genesis 1:27