"Sculpted by the Sculptor"

Recently, I’ve been thinking a lot about identity. We live in a society that encourages each of us to refrain from changing. Whoever we are is all that we’re supposed to be, right? I disagree.

I think about who I’d be without Christ and I’m not a huge fan of that person. Most days, I genuinely like myself, but not because of who I am, rather Whose I am.

To put things into perspective, imagine a sculpture prior to sculpting. It’s just a hunk of clay that longs to be shaped by the sculptor. I guess that’s how I feel. I don’t want to stay just as I am, I want to be changed – I have been changed. As a Christ follower, my desire for others is that they may experience a similar transformation in their own lives.

Something else this class has taught me is that we should stop looking at tragedy as such a bad thing. Falling apart is often a beautiful happening. It gives God the chance to rebuild us. And each time we’re rebuilt, we’re one step closer to becoming the individuals He’s always wanted us to be.

God, the ultimate sculptor, graciously uses the tragedies in our lives, big and small, as tools to shape us into masterpieces. We may have a few chips and nicks, but because of His transformative artistry, we’re masterpieces none the less.