Thankful for Imperfect Art | 30 Days of Gratitude, Day 11

Art is an earthly representation of the creative power of God, dim and weak in comparison, but undoubtedly so.  We are made in his image, and being made in his image we display, like him, the ability to create and to breath life into our creations.  As an artist, I often find that my creations die too early, or, at least, do not reach full maturity because I forsake them, citing their imperfections as my excuse.

And then it struck me.  What if God had done that with his imperfect art?

All things were good when he made them—perfectly good—but they did not stay that way.  God gave his creatures a will, a will which could choose to follow him or turn from him.  In turning from him, we turned from perfection, and thus into imperfection.

Still, God did not do as I would have done.  He did not forsake his art.  Rather, he pursued it, even became a part of it when he saw fit to take the form of a babe, born amongst peasants, suffer the lowly, hungry life of a working man, and was denied and crucified by the very imperfect creations he had come to pursue and perfect.

How many songs have I left unsung?  How many stories and poems and articles have I left undeveloped and unfinished due to my petty frustration over their iniquities?  Undoubtedly hundreds, but I am thankful that God shows me a different way.  Even now I am tempted to leave this bit of writing undone.  I am tempted to quit the document and never look back at it, too unsatisfied with this sentence, or that word, or the whole concept in general… but I, too, am an imperfect creation, and my creator did not abandon me to non-existence due to my defects.  As an artist, I have a responsibility to my art to develop it, to give it at least a chance at life, even considering its deficiencies.

Thus, as an expression of my thanks in this regard, I hope to be a more responsible creator in the coming year.  In my quest to become more like Jesus, I hope that I will pursue my art, like he did, and gift it existence even when I feel it doesn’t deserve it. Here begins my fight against perfectionism, which has long been the, often victorious, enemy of my work.  It will be a long-fought battle, of that I am certain, but if it was worth it to God, it is worth it to me.

A PLEDGE (By Oleta Renee)

Greetings!  Long time no write for me.  My paws were beginning to itch.  Glad to be back in the blogasphere!

If you have been following this blog since our first mission trip last year, you will know that once we arrived in Scotland, our blog posts became a bit spotty, and by that I mean, nonexistent.  Keep in mind that’s not really my fault… Shea is the one that controls the computer, not me.

Still, out of gratitude for your marvelous support, we both want to share this journey with you in the most vivid, special way possible.  This is why this year, we are making a specific commitment to you, our readers, sponsors, and prayer warriors.  Provided that we can raise our designated missions costs for this summer, we are pledging to keep up-to-date with much more frequent posts (as daily as possible) describing our day-to-day activities, experiences, and newly gained knowledge.  This probably also means I will be writing a lot more often, because Shea is a serious perfectionist in her writing, and does not like to publish anything if it’s anything less than her best.  While I admire this quality in her to an extent, I also acknowledge that sometimes practicality beats perfection.  DO I apply the same principle in my guide work?  Well, only sometimes, but in my writing?  Certainly.

So, prepare to paws more often to ponder posts from your pal, Oleta Renee.

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Thank you!