The Carpenter & the Creator

I once took a couple of personality tests, the Myers-Briggs and the Keirsey Temperament Sorter, and both came out as an INFP. 

I felt like someone had covered all the important bases of who I am. I am an idealist to the end, afraid of disappointment almost as much as rejection, and I am in love with language. 

Of course, I maintain that I am in love with imagination, too, so it turns out I am quite the aesthetic addict, and I will never recover from it. 

My first love of writing was in poetry and music, before I remember falling in love with beauty and art, and I think words are a natural outgrowth of that love. When you love someone, and you commit to them, it is strange to find how there is more of them to love as time goes on. It might seem weird to say that, but it makes perfect sense. When I first met my husband, it was hardly love at first sight; I forgot his name several times, and I was repulsed by his love for castorboarding.

But I was away at college for the first time, and I didn't have any friends, and he was nice enough. And so, I accepted him into the small group I'd found myself in and didn't think of him until he forced me to, which was when he sat down next to me in one of our classes.

I was shocked, because he was far from the would-be scholar I was; there was little we did have in common. I had been accepted into the college, pending high school graduation, for over a year. I transferred in 13 credits from high school, thanks to AP and CLEP exams. He had decided two weeks before the semester started to go to school. He'd packed up all he had in his truck and moved into the college himself. I had my family and some of my mom's friends carpool with us from six states away.  So when he came and sat down next to me in a large room, in the first row of the class, I was surprised. 

Since that moment I met him, my life has never been the same. I would definitely not be anywhere close to where I am now if I hadn't met him - and stayed with him, too, of course. 

So when I talk about loving something like imagination, and then pictures and art and beauty and truth and love, I know what I am talking about - Love is not a stagnant sea you fall into. It is an ever-growing sensation that consumes you, demanding parts of yourself you never even knew you had, even as it allows you to choose how much ground to secede. I've seen it play out in my own life. 

This is the point of this blog: God is first revealed as a creator. He created the Heavens and the Earth, and he has a grand design all around us and through us and in us. It's so grand I can't describe it. 

I think a lot of people have misconceptions about God. I've seen a lot of silly articles on the internet about how some people struggle to talk to religious people, because we use words differently and we see the world differently. This is a shame, in several ways, but it's also true. The blind person has no use for words like "red," "blue," and "gray." 

When I thought about what Jesus might look like if he came back today, I had to really think about it. Then I thought about how God is the creator. Jesus was a carpenter. He built things, he fixed things. He made new things. It's so fitting! Isn't it just amazing to think that? God has a grand sense of humor. 

I'm so glad I've always been drawn to humor, too. This makes it all the more fun for me as a follower of Christ.