One of my favorite accounts in the Bible is when God made Adam. I see the Father in the dirt, intimately forming His image bearer. There’s lots of imagery like this in the Bible… God as a Gardner, for instance. And then, of course, when God became a man and walked among us – it doesn’t get much dirtier than that.
Thinking of God in this way makes me think of something I once read… I can’t remember who said it, I think it was someone named after a Ninja Turtle. After googling a bit, I found what I was looking for:
Every block of stone has a statue inside it and it is the task of the sculptor to discover it.
God is an artist. He’s one of those creative types. An artist isn’t afraid to get dirty, to be covered with the implements and cast-offs of their craft. Watching someone throw a pot you have to know their hands are covered with clay… in their pores, under their fingernails. I get the same picture of God in my mind when thinking of Him piecing me together in my mother’s womb.
For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
~Psalm 139:13 NIV
The rawness of seeing us as God’s artwork like this should give new depth to the love He has for each and every one of us. He now calls us to love one another as He loves us.