For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand so that we would walk in them. ~Ephesians 2:10
His workmanship. His masterpiece. His poiema…poem. Can you see it there, in the Greek? We are His poem.
Do you like to write poetry? I used to, a long time ago. Now I just write little ditties to get a laugh, or hopefully, a smile. But at one point in time, I loved to write poetry. To find the perfect word or phrase to describe a feeling, or that special moment, was a challenge I truly enjoyed.
Usually the word poiema is translated workmanship or masterpiece. No matter which word is used — poem, masterpiece, workmanship — the idea is the same: We are His creation.
I love to create. Today I spend most of my time drawing. For a time I tried to paint. It took quite a while for me to realize the only way to make my paintings “pop” was to apply the dark colors first (for oils/tempera), then to layer with the lighter colors, ending with white highlights. When using watercolors it works best to paint the negative space and the shadows, so the lighter hues stand out. Now I’m finding in my drawings, I am most pleased when all of the details are added and the shading deep…dark. The contrast between light and dark is quite effective.
I’ve been wondering about grace. How extravagant God is with the grace He gives.
We are so dark. The shadows of our lives, the parts we hope are kept hidden from view, the deep darkness of our souls can cause despair when we get a glimpse. But, when I think of the forgiveness I’ve been granted, the unmerited favor He’s given, I am astounded!
He sees my darkness. It’s not hidden from Him. He knows every moment of my existence, every thought and action I’ve done in the shadows, hoping forever to stay hidden. And yet…He found me. In the dark. Afraid. He found me and offered His Light.
He poured His lavish grace upon me and started painting the highlights. He began bringing beauty to the darkness of my canvas. He allowed the shadows to help create the masterpiece He sees in me.
All the details of our lives, all the secrets we’ve kept hidden, all the darkness we don’t want to see…it all helps to make the Light He has given more glorious. The contrast.
We are His workmanship. His masterpiece. His poem.
He is creating a masterful poem…a vibrant painting… a detailed drawing…for the world to behold.
And through seeing the masterpiece, the Artist’s amazing ability is glorified.