What makes us fit? A good fit?
Our shape? Size? Color? Language? Nationality?
Our behavior? Net worth? Service record?
Our church membership? Community service? Volunteer hours?
Our education? Employment? Contribution?
How many lives we’ve touched?
How many stories we’ve listened to?
How many hands we’ve held?
How many sacrifices we’ve made?
How many gifts we’ve given?
What we’ve done? What we’ve left undone?
How much we pray?
How often we meditate?
How acquainted we are with God? a Higher Power? a Supreme Being?
How many Bible verses we can quote?
How obedient we are?
How dutiful, faithful, diligent?
What makes us fit for the Kingdom? a good fit in the Kingdom?
Our Creator does.
The One who knows the shape of the Kingdom space we were created to fill.
What does Creative shaping feel like?
A spin-whirl-hum, twirling,
A pinch-push-pull, settling,
A chisel-whittle-hone, admiring,
A plant-water-fertilize, tending,
A spark-breath-glow, emerging
Going, grasping, gauging,
round and round, in and out,
down and up and toward.
All for the want of light.
The light of love pulls us
When darkness comes,
Love reaches for us.
Our hand fits perfectly in This hand.
Our body nestles perfectly into This bosom.
Our soul rests perfectly in This soul.
In our Creator’s image, we fit.
We always fit.
“I declare my courage to participate in the building of the reign of God that is in the world and in me.” ~ Henri J.M. Nouwen with Nathan Ball
Our God is a very patient God. With all that we’ve done to deny and defy and dismiss Him since the beginning of time…I’d call that patient.
He’s promised, in Christ, to come again and to bring His kingdom with Him. What if that’s not a descent but an uprising? What if He is waiting until each one of His children uncovers the unique feature of themselves that is His making? And we are blinded to this one thing in ourselves, capable of seeing it clearly only in selflessly attending to the other.
What if Kingdom come depends on us? Each of us, responsible for drawing the God-portion out of the other, until every last piece is called out. The body of Christ on earth shaped into one Kingdom puzzle: the God made known in Jesus, come again.
If fitting the pieces depended wholly on us, how would we live?