Michael Medved has posited an idea about the words in Genesis that we are made after God's image that I love. Because God is Spirit — and the Word had not yet become Flesh — this line from Genesis has little to do with a giant old man in the sky and everything to do with the substance of our souls. Our Maker has bestowed upon us the unique gift of creation; He has given us a share in His ability. No other created being in heaven or earth shares this with the Father. Do the angels create? There is no evidence in Scripture that they do. That famous fallen angel cannot create; he can only destroy. Do animals? Well, certain trainers love to astound and awe audiences by showing off painting elephants. But no elephant will manipulate its natural habitat in order to create art. Humans always have. Along side artifacts of survival — perhaps an integral part of our survival instinct — there is art.
A couple years ago, I took a Creative Writing class on the short story at a local college. I came away from that class convinced that I have not been gifted in fiction. God, who has the best sense of humor, immediately inspired me to start writing short stories, one after the other, pretty much against my will. It was almost as if He were gently reminding me that my calling is not up to me; it is completely about Him and His Spirit flowing through my hands, willing or unwilling. Between that and the constant encouragement of Flicka, I have since decided just to be open to the blessing of creation — no matter how embarrassing or uncomfortable or disappointing to my own high standards. He is using it all for His glory, even in ways I may not know until the other side of the veil.
*Conservatism is counter-culture!
**Please, please, please do not pirate music. If you love an artist enough to share his work, pay him for it.