Thursday, March 15, 2007
leaving a mark
Marks. There are many sorts of marks made on life by us and by us by life. Some are eloquent writings by the hands of those gifted by God, some are beautiful paintings by masterful hands, still others are notes that drop out of the inspired soul to cheer us all. Others are mud pies for the dog, scribbles on scraps of papers that must be cherished, tangled threads that someone tells you is a scarf. And don’t forget the scars, the burns, and the breaks.
Soft and vulnerable as we are, we will not exit life unmarked. Yet soft and vulnerable as we are, we all want to leave our mark. My children do – they make drawings, yes they do draw real pictures. But sometimes, I ask what is it? And I am told in an off-handed remark “Oh, just a scribble.” The fear of leaving life unremarked seems inherit in that statement.
Don’t you too find yourself doing things gratuitously, with the hope that someone will notice or that somehow what you did will last; that you will have left your mark?
What if we put our lives in God’s hands and let Him shape us and mark us? And once there, what if we let Him guide our markings = what if we took ourselves out of the equation and let it be His words, His art, His music? I bet it would hurt. We are soft and we have allowed ourselves to be marked by things we should not have ventured near. We are vulnerable and we are not what we ought to be. He would have to pound out all the marks and reshape us. It would hurt. It would be beautiful.