I am the crazy farm wife who shows up at church potlucks and pool parties with a Nikon slung around my neck. One friend always winks and calls me paparazzi.
I am the former news reporter who still carries a notebook in her purse, because you never know when a story will beg to be told.
I am the goofy rhymer who suddenly, in aisle six, thinks of a silly poem for my girls. I write on the backs of grocery lists and old receipts.
I am Child of God. Therefore, I am Artist.
We were created in God’s image, so shouldn’t we create, as our Maker creates? Shouldn’t we make beauty from beauty?
God, the One who molded us into His image, is the original artist. He chiseled mountains from rock, decorated inky skies with twinkling jewelry, sculpted this gently sloping hill on which our farm sits. He hangs hoarfrost on the pines, and he tips the water jars of heaven to send shimmery droplets to Earth.
What Christian would dispute that we are co-workers in His Kingdom? So too, we are co-creators in His Gallery.
Each of us are equipped to make beauty from beauty. And God enlivens our creativity with His Spirit — like needed breath for these bones.
Author Luci Shaw calls the Holy Spirit our “coach for the leap” and “the glue in the link.”
“Because I am God’s daughter, a bridge, a path, a secret stair has been built from his heart to mine so that by the Spirit, God’s thoughts can step into my mind.”
– Luci Shaw, author of Breath for the Bones: Art, Imagination, and Spirit: Reflections on Creativity and Faith.
Two months ago, I wrote am email to Emily, a painter-poet, and asked her if she could create God-inspired art for our home.
She asked, “What elements do you want in the picture?”
I wrote her this: “Breath of God. Fullness of life. YHVH (Hebrew for Yahweh). Spirit. Sacrifice of Christ, being central to who we are in this home.”
Two months later, the UPS man dropped off a huge rectangle canvas at the door.
I sent Emily another email, to tell her how amazing she really is. And she responded: “It’s all God.”
Indeed, indeed. …
I can’t paint like Emily, but I can co-create with her by expressing my creative spirit and ideas.
I don’t take photographs like Kelly or Claire, but I will shoot photos anyway.
I don’t write like Ann or Laura, but I will write anyway.
I don’t bake like Rosie, but I will make art in my kitchen anyway.
I am not the original Artist, but I will make art anyway.
Art is not a contest. It is an expression of our faith.
How about you? How can you co-create with the Holy Spirit today? Sometimes our art is the letter to the lonely, the sidewalk-chalk drawing with the grandchild, the coneflower patch abloom with color.
Let’s make art with our pens,
our pots and pans.
Submitted as part of The High Calling’s discussion on the book, Breath for the Bones: Art, Imagination, and Spirit: Reflections on Creativity and Faith.