The Universal Call to Create

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I recently graduated from college, which means I’ve had a lot of free time on my hands. I’m in limbo, and as awkward and uncertain as it is, this season has allowed me to rediscover a few of my talents and passions.

As I have dove into the painting of pottery, the editing of photographs, the making of stationery, and the crafting of words, I’ve reflected upon our inheritance as children of God’s Kingdom.

God Himself is a creator. He is a maker of beauty, meaning, and culture. He delights in art, music, food, dance, literature, and film because these mediums point to our birthright as his creation.

We, too, are creators—it’s in our DNA; it flows through our bloodstream.

If we are created in the image of God, then we are born to create.

God did not have to give us the ability to create. But I truly believe one of the greatest gifts he gave us was our creativity. I think God delights in us when we live into this inheritance.

I know for a fact that when my little brother composes a new rhythm on his drum set, God is jamming along with him. I am certain that when my dear friend Molly captures the belovedness of an expecting mother through photography, God is giddy with excitement. And when I arrange words on an illuminated page, I feel it deep in my bones that my heavenly Father is delighting in me.

When we live into our role as creators, we march in rhythm with the heartbeat of our creator. It is not for the art itself, but for something bigger, that we continue creating. C.S. Lewis once wrote in regards to the art of creating, “Light itself was your first love, not painting.”

If you look past one’s love for painting, or singing, or needlepointing, deep into the heart of aesthetic expression, it is the act of creation itself—the speaking into existence of beauty and light— that drives us all.

Have you ever been at a concert and felt your heartbeat quicken and the hair rise on your arms? It may be because U2 or Josh Garrells are outrageously talented, but I also believe it is because in those precious moments we are experiencing the light itself. We are given the chance to peer through a small gap into the glory of eternity.

But it extends further still. Just as God cares deeply about his own creation— from the complex human spirit to the blades of grass in a hidden mountain valley— so, too, should we. God does not plant a seed just to let it fend for itself—he nurtures its soil, provides nourishing sunlight, and surrounds it with other life-giving plants.

God does not weave a human being into existence just to let him fight through this world alone. He gives us the opportunity to choose to be rooted in him; blesses us with knowledge, art, and service; and provides opportunities to flourish in community.

We are called to be imitators of him—the Creator, the gardener. In all things we have a choice—relationships, community, calling. May we choose to garden as our creator has taught us. Whether we are planting, nourishing, or harvesting, we are called to treat all things as glorifying creation.

We were ultimately created to glorify God. Our own creations should do the same.

Find your paint. Find your pen. May it be words on a page, the sculpting of clay, the craft of irresistible food, or the pioneering of new mountain trails. Find your way of falling in love anew with your first love, the light itself. At the end of our lives, may we sit back and say, “It is good,” because we spent our days bringing light to life through our creation.


Katy Broesche hails from the great state of Texas, but for the last four years she has called California home. She’s a senior at Pepperdine majoring in International Studies. She is blessed to be a Young Life leader for a group of high school girls that have fallen in love with Jesus.  Jesus has put a fire in her bones for social justice, human rights, and clean water in Latin America. She sees God as the author of life, because His are the best stories. And so to make His name known, she writes. You can find her on her blog and on Instagram


 

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