Sunday, March 10, 2013

Day 26: When God Made Me

Every once in a while when I have a break from school, my dad is able to come pick me up and drive me home.  We spend the six hours talking and listening to music together.  This time Dad put on Neil Young's Prairie Wind.  The last song on the album is When God Made Me.  As I said of Dave Matthews a few weeks ago, I'm not sure Mr. Young's faith life or spirituality.  This song does offer a lot of thought about God and His children.

The first stanza of the song goes like this:

Was he thinkin' about my country
Or the color of my skin?
Was he thinkin' 'bout my religion
And the way I worshipped him?
Did he create just me in his image
Or every living thing?

I know this: God works outside of time.  When He formed us, He saw everything that we were and would become.  He knew the ethnic background we would be born into and the town we would call home.  He put a part of His heart in each of us - created all of us in His image.  The hardest thing was that He knew that not all of His children would recognize Him in themselves.  They may not claim Him as Father - and I am almost certain that that breaks God's heart, because He truly loves each one of His children.

The parable of the Good Shepherd is a good illustration of how God feels about His children.  Even if the majority of His sheep are in the pen, He will continue to seek the very last one.  God will continue to seek us, no matter what we do or how far we try to distance ourselves from Him.  The character of His heart is constant, even if we do not know our own hearts.  

I can remember another car ride with my dad.  I had been reading him a book that sparked a conversation about why God created us.  When I asked my Dad, he said, God didn't want to be alone.  I think that is definitely true.  God knew about love, long before we experienced it.  He knew that it was something to be shared and given away.  His created us in love, He created Jesus in love - love for His son and love for all of us - and He gave Jesus up on the cross out of love.

~SP      

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