I feel like I have a fire burning deep in the core of my being. I don’t know what it’s there for, but I can’t shake the feeling that there is something locked inside of me that I haven’t quite found the key to unleashing yet. I just know that there is something there.
I’ve found myself thinking about the creation story in Genesis recently. There are two tellings, one where God speaks everything into existence, and one where he hand-crafts the world, and one particular creation; man. "Then the Lord God formed a man from the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living being." (Genesis 2:7) I love the imagery presented in that telling of the creation. There is this feeling of intimacy that helps the reader to understand the care and passion that went into creation. Not only did God form man from dust, but he also breathed into man bringing him to life! Incredible! Our God is an artist!
It’s no wonder to me that the first time the Spirit of God was given to a person it was given to an artist. While Moses was on Mt Sinai talking with God, the Lord told him that he had given his spirit to two artists who were commissioned by God to create many holy artifacts, including the arc of the covenant. (Exodus 31) While this communion of souls was temporary, it is the same Spirit who came upon the believers at Pentecost. God lit a fire in his people when he gave them his Spirit. Their passion for the message of Christ was overwhelming. They just had to let it out and share it with the people around them. And, while God is the same yesterday, today, and tomorrow, I often need to be reminded that He still breathes inspiration and passion into his people.
My little brother is a very gifted artist. While, he was born with a lot of talent in that area, the quality of hi work does not come from him just doodling. Alex is constantly working to hone his craft. I don’t think he ever leaves home without a sketchpad and pencil. I get text messages from him with his latest creation all the time. He is always drawing. Art consumes my brother. And because of that passion and dedication his skill is ever growing. I have no idea how he will use that gift to impact the world, but I am confident that he will.
That’s the thing about passion and creativity; it refuses to stay locked away for long. When a person discovers their passion, the world around them gains a light that wasn’t there previously. So, what is my passion? I have no idea right now. But I know I won’t have to wait much longer to find out. I can feel it building in my soul. It wants to burst forth and bring light to the world around me.
What is your passion? How did you discover it? How are you letting it illuminate the world around you?