Poetry in Motion

Posted: 12/13/2014 in Life lessons
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At a neonatal intensive care unit in a hospital somewhere in America, a life weighs in the balance.  Born premature at 26 weeks she lies in an incubator with tubes and monitors connected to her tiny body. Every breath is precious.  Her dad believes so.  By his own estimation, his daughter’s head is the size of a golf ball.  Indeed, every breath is miraculous.

With his face pressed against the glass of the incubator he watches his precious little daughter cling to life.  He is captured by a thought; no… thoughts.  “How can people question when life begins?”  “She should still be in her mother’s womb developing and yet, here she is, ALIVE!”  “I now know without doubt when life begins.  Life begins at the beginning; life begins at conception.”  And then these thoughts ambush the forefront of his mind; “I wonder if she is communicating with God?”  “The Bible declares, after all,  that God knows us before we are ever born. What does she know about God at this moment?”  “What does God know about her?”

It was such an honor and privilege to speak to this young man and to be counted worthy to experience the intimacy of this God encounter evoked by such a small human being.  Small in stature, perhaps, but big and overflowing with God-breathed life, nonetheless.  God creates life to touch life and, at that moment, her father and I were touched.

The young father alluded to a passage of Scripture found in Psalm 139:13-18.

Psalm 139:13-18 (NASB) 

For You formed my inward parts; You wove me in my mother’s womb. 14 I will give thanks to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Wonderful are Your works, And my soul knows it very well. 15 My frame was not hidden from You, When I was made in secret, And skillfully wrought in the depths of the earth; 16 Your eyes have seen my unformed substance; And in Your book were all written The days that were ordained for me, When as yet there was not one of them. 17 How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God! How vast is the sum of them! 18 If I should count them, they would outnumber the sand. When I awake, I am still with You.

Look at verse 16…“Your eyes saw my unformed substance; and in Your book were all written the days that were ordained for me, when as yet there was not one of them.”  In short, what this is saying is that our lives were planned by God before we ever saw the light of our first day.  God’s mind is made up about you.  And, nothing can change God’s mind.  He has a purpose.  The circumstances leading to or surrounding a birth make no difference to God.  He knows that, too.  No life was ever a mistake.  No life ever will be.  What a wondrous God!  It is the work of Christ that makes the wonder of God a reality.  Relationship with God through Jesus Christ puts us in touch with His ordained plan and purpose.  Abundant life begins when one chooses to follow Jesus.

Take a look at a passage from Ephesians 2:10.

Ephesians 2:10 (NASB)

For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand so that we would walk in them.

The context of this passage refers to the uniting of Gentile peoples with Jewish people to form one new man.  It references the work of Christ to combine all believers in His kingdom.  And this was God’s plan from the foundation of the world.  It is not far-fetched, though, to consider that the Father has purpose for all life in His grand plan.  In this passage of Scripture, the Greek word used for workmanship is “poiema.”  It refers to a product; that which has been made; the works of a creator.  Figuratively or literally, it speaks of fabric that is intricately woven with each strand and color strategically chosen.

We are His workmanship.  We get our English word “poem” from this Greek word (compare – “poiema”).  A poem is a literary work of art.  It is a composition of verse and is characterized by a highly developed, rhythmic, and artistic form of language.  The purpose of poetry is to express the creative imagination and message of its author.  Words are intricately woven together to communicate the thoughts, heart, mind, creativity, and very soul of the author.  Through the work of Christ the wonder of God erupts from our lives.  We are His poetry.  And, it is through His poetry that the heart of the Poet can be known.  The world around us will know the heart of our God as revealed through the poetry of our lives.  We are poetry in motion.

Think I’m spitting in the wind, here?  Ask this father what the poetry of his daughter’s life is proclaiming to him about the Father heart of her Author…and his.  God prepared this moment even before she was prematurely born.  These first few moments of the infant’s life were woven into the tapestry of her father’s life even before he was born.  Wondrous God!

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Will the infant daughter live or will her spirit return to the Blessed Father and Creator from which it came?  God knows.  One thing is sure.  Before one of her days existed, God had works ordained for her. He had a plan and a purpose for her life.  What’s more, it would appear that she is already fulfilling her purpose.

What about you?  Are you fulfilling your purpose?  Do you even know what your purpose is?  What facet of God’s creative imagination does He wish to reveal through the intricately woven fabric of your life?  It is the very principles I speak of now that lead me to believe every person is born with every capacity, talent, and trait to succeed in accomplishing God’s ordained purpose.  No exceptions.  The only thing required is cooperation with His plan.  Purpose is a powerful source of peace.  Unfortunately, our world is filled with people who either acknowledge no purpose or are preoccupied with pursuing the wrong one.  Either course results in unrest…no peace.

What a joy it was to share these thoughts with this young dad today.  Surprisingly, he was not distraught…tired, yes, but not distraught.  Even though he had questions for God, as any dad would in this situation, this dad exuded an abounding peace.  Purpose is a powerful source of peace.  The dad was appreciative for the words of encouragement but, for some reason, I can’t help but think he had already heard them.  You see, God meticulously crafted a poem and wove a tapestry.

Her name is Abigail…

And today, from a neo-natal incubator, she revealed the creative imagination of The Artist.

Today she fulfilled a God ordained day.

…By His grace, it will be one day of many more to come.

…Peace and Blessings…

~ joe

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