Recently an amazingly profound thought occurred to me, I mean really profound. Seriously, when you read this you’re going to be so mad that you didn’t think of it. You ready? God made me.
Pretty sweet huh? Yeah. God made me, and He made you too. I bet you’ve never heard that before. Okay so maybe you’ve heard that before. Maybe you already knew that. Maybe this isn’t so profound, and maybe I’m a no good hack. Or maybe we’ve heard this simple truth so many times that like so many other tenets of the way we have lost the wonder and depth of the thing.
Sometimes I think we gloss over some of these common truths. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, God made me, He loves me, yadda, yadda, yadda.” We hear and say these things so often without thinking that they lose the mystery, wonder, depth, and even scandalous nature of the truth. Too often in my opinion we don’t let the simplest truths soak into our heads and more importantly our hearts.
Last night I was getting set to tell kids that God designed them for a purpose, and for some reason the simple truth of that statement set in. God designed us; God designed me. I thought of Psalm 139:13, “You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother’s womb.”
If you’re anything like me you’ve always thought God in His infinite foreknowledge placed that passage in the Bible to combat the pro-choice vote. But don’t write the passage off too easily. Think about it for a second, God made you.
I don’t mean God created the physical laws by which you were made. “Johnny, when a daddy loves a mommy…” or he threw a ball of dirt and clay together like the like the god of The Far Side, “These things are easy!” I mean God made you. Let it sink in. God made you.
I’m not theologian, so I apologize to the grand profession of theologianism for this next section. Could it be possible that God was literally knitting you together in your mom’s tummy? I don’t know if it’s good theology to speak in these terms, but is it possible? Did God literally, uniquely, and individually create me? Were his anthropomorphized fingers working to form my body, my personality, my desires, my passions, my very spirit and soul?
I have to be honest; I think that might be what this verse is saying. I’m sorry for stealing your pro-life demonstration verse, but this stuff is really getting to me. God made me! How amazing is that?!? He decided to give me brown hair instead of blonde. He decided to give me my grandpa’s gift for telling stories. He decided to make me relatively athletic.
Before my mom and dad ever thought of a second child God planned for me to be 5’10’’. He made me to enjoy reading, nature, and hot chocolate. He made me to be a passionate man, and he made me to be extra passionate about truth, masculinity, and justice.
And he made you too! Let that sink in again. What do you look like? What do you enjoy? What is important to you? What makes you come alive? God made you that way.