Wednesday, April
8, 2026
you formed me in my mother’s womb.
I thank you, High God—you’re breathtaking!
Body and soul, I am marvelously made!
I worship in adoration—what a creation!
You know me inside and out,
you know every bone in my body;
You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit,
how I was sculpted from nothing into something.
Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth;
all the stages of my life were spread out before you,
The days of my life all prepared
before I’d even lived one day. (Psalm 139: 13 -16, The Message Bible)
I am getting close to being
done. But I am down to a very hard, difficult stage. The majority of the faces are
basically done. Now I am down to trying to find very little pieces of the faces
to complete the puzzle. It is a little piece of an eye-brow here, a part of an eye
there, maybe a tiny little corner of a mouth, a little stubble of a beard, a freckle or two. This
is going to take some patience and perseverance to finish. But I won’t give up
or stop until I am done.
I wonder if God sometimes finds
us, who are created in his own image, like a puzzle. It was originally a good
and beautiful world. “Then God looked
over all he had made, and he saw that it was very good!” (Genesis 1:31) But
does God look at the world made for humankind and see it like a jigsaw
puzzle just coming out of the box – a jumble of pieces, some upside down, unconnected,
a hodge podge that has no form or coherency, that needs sorting and organizing,
that needs patience and endurance to put back together? Does God look at our broken world right now
and wonder, in frustration, whether he can put the pieces all back together
again, to make it like he pictured it at the beginning, i.e. like on the lid of
a puzzle box, so to speak.? When and how did the world fall to pieces?
Our Psalm outlines the meticulous
care which God gives to his world, especially the lives of humankind. The Psalm affirms God’s intimate knowledge of
each and every one of us. Like my faces in my puzzle, God knows even the little
details of who we are and why we are and who we need to be. He knows us inside
and out. God knows where we belong. God knows
when a piece is missing from our stories and he looks to find it for us. He understands
our brokenness and fragmentation. He understands when we are trying to fit in,
feeling upside down, trying to find our right places, to connect with others around
us. No part of our lives is tool small, too insignificant, too unimportant,
that God does not give us a helping hand to help us put it together. Like the
hymn celebrates, “He walks with me, he talks with me, and He tells me that I
am his own.”
Back in the day, it was popular, for a while,
to say “God doesn’t make junk.” There is
truth in that although I dare say that I wonder if there are times when God is
exasperated, frustrated and might wish to put the “puzzle” that we are back in
the box and back on a shelf somewhere. But that is not how God so loves the world.
God has committed his own son to enable us to get our lives all together and
just maybe then, we can help God put the world back to right, “thy will be done
in earth as it is heaven.” God made man and woman to be pieces of his Creation,
to be stewards of the world he created. He made us to work in partnership and
collaboration to nurture love, peace, joy and justice between us, despite our differences
and diversity. He has placed each one of us in his Creative masterpiece as a
piece of the puzzle.
“For we are God’s
masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus, so we can do the good
things he planned for us long ago.” (Ephesians 2:10)
Our loving Creator, we
confess we sometimes fail to understand just how good and kind you are towards
us. We complain about our lives or how broken
the world is. Help us to remember that you are still very close to us and have our
ultimate welfare in your hands. Grant us the courage and the wisdom to be a
part of your good will, that we, too, may become participants in helping you to
build your Kingdom. In Jesus’ name. Amen.
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