Together, We Are Poetry
We are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand that we should walk in them. Ephesians 2:10 (NKJV)
Poetry has always been something of a favorite. Many times, I have attempted to express my thoughts and feelings in poetic form. Sometimes it works, others…well, never mind. Max Lucado has a most unique way of sharing his faith walk and beliefs. This is a short excerpt from How Happiness Happens. While the word count is not high, the picture he paints with his words is worthy of framing.
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“We are His workmanship?” The word workmanship comes from the Greek word poiëma, which could be translated “poetry.” We are the poetry of God! What Longfellow did with pen and paper, our Maker has done with us. We are an expression of His creative best.
Together we are God’s poetry. Independently we are nothing but small pieces on God’s page. You may be a verb, she may be a noun, and I’m probably a question mark. We’re just letters, marks from God’s hand.
What letter, then, has a right to criticize another? Dare the p accuse the q of being backward? Dare the m mock the w for being too open-minded? Who are we to tell the Writer how to form us or when to use us? We need each other. By ourselves we are just letters on a page, but collectively we are poetry.
Father God, thank You for Your plan for each of us and for giving us a unique purpose. Please teach us to see the whole picture and not just a tiny part. Help us find value in others. AMEN.