Who has measured the waters in the hollow of his hand,
Measured heaven with a span
And calculated the dust of the earth in a measure?
Weighed the mountains in scales and the hills in a balance?
I remember my first oil painting class at a community center in Oregon. I copied a photo of a seastack-laden beach. In the background was a magnificent sunset.
Other students raved about my finished work. "Wow! That looks more realistic than the photo," they said. I have to admit that I was flattered, but their comments beg the question, "Who is the true artist?
God, the author of the original landscape, never struggled to mix the perfect colors. Nor did he grapple with ragged paint brushes. At his word, when the sun departed, splashes of vibrant orange and yellow presented the approach of dusk.
He commanded the clouds to loom over the horizon and feather up toward the heavens over his eerie land formations. Colors of deep purple and blue swallowed the sunset. In just moments our Lord constructed the original scene.
My painting, which took weeks of hard work and guessing, is a pigment-coated canvas glued to a board. No briny sea breeze will flow through this flat object.The immitation clouds in the oil-based sunset are never going to spread accross the synthetic sky. The picture is only a snap-shot of what God can do.
Our creator did more than design the scenery we painters love to reproduce. He gifted us with the ability to descern colors, shapes and the movement of nature, and replicate them with our favorite media. Not only is God the maker of our beautiful earth, but he's the true author of our talents. He's the true artist.
Dear Lord, thank you for your marvelous creation. You are indeed the maker of all things beautiful and good. May we use our talents to glorify your name.
In Jesus' name, Amen.
By Robin, New Mexico, USA