Marti has a knack for arranging flowers. I can bring home anything and in about 20 minutes she’ll have it looking like the bouquet in this picture that is currently on our dinner table. For a person who is pretty high-strung, has a career in marketing and management with ADD, and little patience for anyone who isn’t moving as fast as she is, 20 minutes with a bunch of flowers is pure therapy. It’s almost contrary to her character, and yet there it is — no denying it. If she had another life, she might have her own corner flower shop. (But it would have to be another life. If it were this one, she would turn it into a franchise with hundreds of employees and the only flowers she would end up arranging would be the ones on our dinner table.)
As I think about this, it occurs to me that this is a good way to think about our creativity and how we interact with God.
God is the Creator. He’s the master. He is the only one who can speak things into existence. He can say, “Let there be light,” and there will be light — light where there was none before. Not even a switch. God brought these flowers into existence in the same way. He spoke the word and they were.
Then God said, “Let the land produce vegetation: seed-bearing plants and trees on the land that bear fruit with seed in it, according to their various kinds.” And it was so (Genesis 1:11).
The flowers on my dinner table came from that word. They came from the same seed that God brought forth on that first day when He said, “Let the land produce vegetation.” Marti can’t do that — nor can anyone else — but others can plant the seed, bring it to fruition, then to market, and finally to the flower shop where I can buy them, bring them home and Marti can arrange them into a work of art.
We can’t create like the Creator, but we are in His image, so we get to create, too. He allows us this privilege whether we ever acknowledge Him or not. It’s just that our creativity relies on His for raw materials. We can interact with His creation in such a way as to arrange it in new and fresh ways. That’s all artists are doing, after all: pushing around the pieces of God’s art, and as such, we should all be humbled by the process. Privileged and humbled all at the same time. And that is why all art, regardless of who created it, is an act of worship. It’s all God’s stuff, rearranged.