God Made Us Simple and Complex

shutterstock_91320974Imagine peering through a magnifying glass at a small object, say a leaf or a flower.  The impulse of the human condition when given such a powerful tool is to look closely, ever more closely at this item of beauty.  What are its fragments?  How do its parts work?  It is a heady thing, to have the perceived ability to understand the inner workings of something that looks from afar to be magical.

But upon further study, the simple thing – the leaf or flower – loses some of its magic.  It no longer has the mystical whole with which to redeem itself.  What you see are details, small and disparate, often confusing details.  The details  may intrigue or repulse you, fascinate or disgust you; it all depends on where you are looking.

The result of such magnification is that you can only see one part of the leaf, of the flower.  No longer do you see the magic of the whole, but rather an incomplete network of parts.  The frame of your lens blocks out the beauty, the fragility, the singularity.  The closer you get, the less you actually understand.

You were desperate to see its inner workings, and yet now all the interest has gone out of it and you say to yourself, “What is this leaf but a collection of dried up veins?  What is this flower but a broken and withering stamen?”

Of course it is the same when we look at humans.  We have the ability today to share pieces and parts of ourselves with a wide group  of people.  The way we dress, the company we keep, the causes we champion, these things focus the lens upon a certain aspect of our nature.  Posting something on Facebook is like handing someone a magnifying glass and saying, “Look here at this important part of me.  What do you make of it?”  Sometimes what you share is humorous, sometimes a deeply held value or belief.  But all of it is only a piece of you, a thread.  A thread which, when put together with all your other wonderful and not-so-wonderful parts (whether they are shared or kept private) weaves a tapestry of you.  A strikingly colorful, remarkably unique, irreplaceable you.

We are not the sum total of our posts on Facebook, of our wardrobes, of hours worked, of paychecks deposited, of meals cooked, of diapers changed, of blogs posted.  We are more.  We are flowers unfolding, tapestries on the loom, halfway woven.  Someone could (and at some point most likely will) pluck out a thread and say, “LOOK!  Look how ugly this piece is. It’s tattered and weak, unsightly and worn. You aren’t a tapestry, you’re a rug destined for the trash heap.”  But this is a lie.  God our Creator tells us it isn’t true; He is still weaving and has only the choicest silks to offer.

When I began writing this piece, I wasn’t thinking of myself.  Or actually, even about you.  This is about the person, the other, that in our myopic vision, we so easily dismiss.  I’ve taken up the practice lately of looking upon friends and strangers (especially those with whom I have very little in common) and saying to myself.

“He is a tapestry woven by the hands of the Divine Weaver.  He is irreplaceable.  God, you love him with a ferocity I can only imagine. Lord, let me ignore the threads and see only the tapestry.”

It is a simple thing, but a powerful one.  It reminds me in the moment to lay down the magnifying glass, to step back from the loom.  It is an invitation to open my eyes and see the glory of creation rather than the minutiae. I extend to you the same invitation.

And God saw everything that he had made, and behold, it was very good. Gen 1:31

 

Micaela Darr

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Micaela lives with her husband and 4 children in Southern California. She homeschools during the day, and stays up way too late at night reading and writing, sometimes simultaneously.  She and her brood are still adjusting to life in California after 2 years in South Korea, so she blames most of her problems on jet lag.  You can read more from her at her blog, California to Korea (and back again).

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  • Mary

    Beautiful!

  • joymhbailey

    Lovely

  • This is beautiful, Micaela. That last line of your prayer: “Lord, let me ignore the threads and see only the tapestry.” Just what I needed to read.

  • Jannie

    “We are more. We are flowers unfolding, tapestries on the loom, halfway woven.”
    Well stated, and a much appreciated reminder of His divine plan.

  • DvdSpncr

    As I was reading, I was thinking about the time-based element of weaving, and how God, being eternal, sees us as already completed. It causes me to pause in my nearly obsessive reflection on all that I haven’t done and all that I “must” do.

    This moment or the one coming next could be my last… Which is an awareness that inspires both a carpe diem mentality and (today’s revelation) an opportunity to step into the eternal and be joyful about what already is… The woven tapestry, the life lived. At some point, there will be no more “and then I’ll…” moments, and it will be at the exact point that God wants. We will simply be.

    And then, we trust, comes the good stuff. 🙂

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