Slightly Obsessed #078 "You Were Born to Create" (Wednesday Devo) by Pamela Thorson on 2014-08-13 11:39:14
In the Image of God, Part 1: You Were Born to Create
Then God said, “Let Us make man in Our image, according to Our likeness…
God created man in His own image, in the image of God. He created him; male and female He created them. – Genesis 1:26-27
What does God look like? And what does it mean to be created in His image?
The Bible does not tell us what God looks like, although we get intriguing clues. In Genesis 3:8, Adam and Eve “heard the sound of the LORD God walking in the garden in the cool of the day.” In Exodus 33:19-24 Moses was given a glimpse of the back of God as He passed by. In Exodus 3, He spoke out of a burning bush. Yet John 4:24 tells us that God is spirit. He is three Persons and yet one God. John 1 tells us that Jesus Christ existed as the Word before His coming in the flesh.
So what God looks like is a mystery. In what other ways, then, are we made in His image?
We mirror Him in that each of us is three parts: body, soul, and spirit. Our bodies are the physical manifestation of who we are, as Jesus was the incarnation of the Godhead. Our souls are our essence, the part of us that makes us who we are. Our spirits are the part of us that communicate with God.
But wait, there’s more. Much more.
God made us with the capacity to love deeply, to sacrifice ourselves for others, and to desire the best for them. We were never meant to live alone. He placed in us a yearning for fellowship, acceptance, and companionship.
He gave us the ability to appreciate beauty. He created us with the desire to create and pride in our creations. From the heart of mankind flows a ceaseless fountain of paintings, sculptures, architecture, mechanics, music, and theatre. Not all of it honors the Creator. Much of what we do, in fact, springs from rebellion to the very Father who gave us life.
This must surely grieve Him. But think of the joy He has when His children use the gifts He gave them in a way that honors Him.
Do you love to create? What secret dream do you have? Whether it’s music, art, writing, filmmaking, theatre, cooking, sculpturing, photography, graphics, speaking, drama, or some other outlet for the Spirit, be assured that it’s never too late to begin creating for God.
Sure, we all have to work and pay the bills. But don’t be ashamed to listen to the voice that calls you to create.
You were made for more. Go for it.
About Pamela Thorson:
Pamela Thorson is a licensed practical nurse, author, and full-time caregiver. She pioneered in the homeschooling movement from 1982-2006 and authored her first book, Song in the Night, in 2008. She resides in the Northwest with her family.
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