Last week a life-long friend of mine posted her thoughts on how all of our lives are art, that “if we are made in God’s image, and if He is in the business of creating (and He is – just look out the window), then we are all creative in some way.”  It’s a great post that you can read here.

My friend’s thoughts have been reiterated for me through my current and third attempt at reading the long-form non-fiction of N. D. Wilson.¹   From Death by Living:

Understand this: we are both tiny and massive.  We are nothing more than molded clay given breath, but we are nothing less than divine self-portraits, huffing and puffing along mountain ranges of epic narrative arcs prepared for us by the Infinite Word Himself.  Swell with pride and gratitude, for you are tiny and given much.  You are as spoken by God as the stars . . .

You are spoken.  You are seen.  It is your turn to participate in creation.  Like a kindergartener shoved out from behind the curtain during his first play, you might not know which scene you are in or what comes next, but God is far less patronizing than we are.  You are His art, and He has no trouble stooping.

You can even ask Him for your lines.

I’m just over halfway through the book now.  It’s got a number of good moments in it,  but what you see above is my favorite so far.

You can get a copy of Death by Living online or wherever good new books are sold.

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¹ Which I mentioned last week in connection with Wilson’s “children’s” books as well as his essay writing for Christianity Today.