I stand by the fence watching the giraffes nibbling from tree branches. They are awkwardly graceful. Creator God, what were you thinking?
I sense Jesus leaning against the fence and laughing, Aren’t they great!
There’s a Bible passage that reminds me of an Abbott and Costello routine.
This is how the story of Hagar and Ishmael reads with the meanings of the names taken from chapter 16.
Genesis 21:15-18
When the water in the skin was gone, Hagar put the boy God Hears under one of the bushes. Then she went off and sat down about a bowshot away, for she thought, “I cannot watch God Hears die.” And as she sat there, she began to sob.
God Who Sees heard God Hears crying, and the angel of God Who Sees called to Hagar from heaven and said to her, “What is the matter, Hagar? Do not be afraid; God Who Sees has heard God Hears crying as he lies there. Lift God Hears up and take him by the hand, for God Who Sees will make God Hears into a great nation.”
Can you envision God laughing?
Consider the platypus: bill of a duck, feet of an otter, tail of a beaver–an egg-laying, venomous mammal. It seems to be assembled out of left-over parts, kind of like Johnny Cash’s One Piece at a Time Cadillac.
The way I see it, God had a good chuckle when he designed the platypus. And when a platypus tickles my funny bone, I’m not laughing at God. I’m laughing with God.
Not all prayers have to be in words.
Sometimes I settle on an image to convey my prayer: the exhausted mom soundly sleeping, a friendly handshake between quarreling friends, the unemployed teacher in a classroom filled with students.
Sometimes God responds in kind, speaking in images rather than words: the face of a person who needs prayer, the layout of a VBS lesson, a change in my morning routine.
Have you noticed how almost every news article and blog post has a picture attached? Sometimes it enhances the story. And sometimes it is just an obligatory filler, a random image that carries little connection to the content. I’m annoyed by the same taped-off crime scene photo my local paper attaches to numerous unrelated reports.
I don’t want to use images that way. It’s not that I lack the imagination–actually, I’m very good at picking a photo that matches the message. But I want you to use your imagination, not mine.
“Imagination is the greatest gift God has given us . . . it will be one of the greatest assets to faith when the time of trial comes, because your faith and the Spirit of God will work together . . . your imagination will never be at the mercy of your impulses, but will always be at the service of God.”
Oswald Chambers, My Utmost for His Highest, Feb 11
Lord, let me put my imagination to good use in your service. Amen.![]()
Imagination.
What is it?
Is it far fetched to consider my imagination not just a gift from God, but also a reflection of God?
Take the creation account from Genesis 1. God spoke and our world came into being. Doesn’t that make us products of God’s imagination? When you use your imagination, are you demonstrating how you are created in the image of God?
Here’s the thing, Lord. I try to do things well–on my job, for our church and at home. I’d like to say that I do this good work for you, but I can’t lie (at least not to you, God). Most of the time, I do it for myself–so that people will think highly of me. I confess, it’s usually more about me than it is about you. And I’m sorry.