Many Hands Make Light Work

I have been absolutely fascinated watching the builders across the road from me today. 

I have quite literally stopped what I've been doing for 20 minutes at a time to observe their progress.  The flats have shot up - even since yesterday - and I am amazed at the pace of their work.

I noticed today how all of them have their own, individual jobs to complete which fit into the bigger, overarching job.  Some of them were moving bricks with machines.  Some were carefully spreading cement and laying bricks and checking they were level.  Some were filling in the gaps between the outer and inner walls with insulation.  Some were moving and rebuilding the scaffolding surrounding the site.

All of them had their own job to do and all of them were working diligently.

Many hands make light work.

I think it is probably no coincidence that I was listening to 'Build Your Kingdom Here' by Rend Collective when I first paused to watch the builders earlier (listen to it here -http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YcSWpVKKMcs).

The words of the chorus are -  
 

"Build Your kingdom here
Let the darkness fear
Show Your mighty hand
Heal our streets and land
Set Your church on fire
Win this nation back
Change the atmosphere
Build Your kingdom here
We pray."
 

As I watched the builders today and listened to this song, I was struck by how it offered a beautiful picture of the church: everyone working together on different jobs, to build God's Kingdom on earth. 

We often pray the words of the Lord's Prayer - "Your Kingdom come", but we don't often acknowledge our role in bringing - or building - this Kingdom.

God has a part and a purpose for each of us.  No matter who we are, or how we got here, we all have a role to play in the building of His Kingdom.

"God is building a home.  He’s using us all—irrespective of how we got here—in what he is building.  He used the apostles and prophets for the foundation. Now he’s using you, fitting you in brick by brick, stone by stone, with Christ Jesus as the cornerstone that holds all the parts together.  We see it taking shape day after day—a holy temple built by God, all of us built into it, a temple in which God is quite at home."

[Ephesians 2:20-22 MSG]
 

Many hands make light work.

Because You're Worth It

I've started reading a really interesting book today called 'The Gifts of Imperfection' by Brene Brown. 

 

As someone who constantly battles with perfectionism, the idea that imperfection could be okay, let alone a gift, is quite a difficult one for me to swallow.  However, the first section that I've been reading has been really interesting.

 

In one of the early chapters, she describes the concept of worthiness - feeling worthy, or good enough, for love and belonging -

 

"The biggest challenge for most of us is believing that we are worthy now, right this minute.  Worthiness doesn't have prerequisites.  So many of us have knowingly created/unknowingly allowed/been handed down a long list of worthiness prerequisites [she continues to list the 'prerequisites we conjure up to become 'worthy' of love and belonging] ... We are worthy of love and belonging now.  Right this minute.  As is."

 

I love how this concept of worthy right now is seen in Jesus and beautifully displayed through His ministry.  Jesus reached out and touched the blind, the 'unclean', the rejected.  He touched the outsiders of society and called them worthy.  And in declaring them worthy, they became worthy.

 

It is the same with us.

 

He reaches out to us and embraces us, no matter where we find ourselves, or what we have done or thought or believed.  And He declares us worthy.  Because of His great love, manifested in His death for us on the cross.

 

"Immense in mercy and with an incredible love, he embraced us.  He took our sin-dead lives and made us alive in Christ [...] Then he picked us up and set us down in highest heaven in company with Jesus, our Messiah."

 

[Ephesians 2:4, 6 MSG] 

 

We can't earn God's love.  But we don't need to.

 

We are worthy because He says we are.

 

 

 

Fitting The Pieces Together

I don't particularly enjoy jigsaw puzzles.  I don't have the patience.

 

I find it endlessly frustrating to pick up a piece, try it in all the available spaces, rotate it in every possible way, and finally put it back down to begin the process again with a different piece.

 

If I had someone on hand to try out all of the pieces and tell me where to put them in, that could work.

 

Sometimes life can feel a bit like this - we spend a lot of time trying to work out where and how we fit in.

 

We try ourselves out in different places and different spaces.  We squeeze ourselves and rotate ourselves and try to find where we belong.

 

I often like to think of myself - and hope other people see me - as a jigsaw piece with four sticky-out bits (is there a technical word for them?!  Knobbles?)  I have plenty to offer.  I like to be needed.  I like to help. 

 

I am not so comfortable with being the sort of jigsaw piece which has gaps and holes.  I'd rather people didn't see my weaknesses, my vulnerabilities.  I'd rather not 'need' other people.

 

But God is showing me how true connection, real relationship, comes from acknowledging these weaknesses and vulnerabilities.  It comes from exposing and accepting the fact that I am not self-sufficient.  I need other people.

 

The Bible talks about this needing each other, and describes the way that God is fitting us all together:

 

"He’s using us all — irrespective of how we got here — in what he is building.  He used the apostles and prophets for the foundation.  Now he’s using you, fitting you in brick by brick, stone by stone, with Christ Jesus as the cornerstone that holds all the parts together.  We see it taking shape day after day—a holy temple built by God, all of us built into it, a temple in which God is quite at home."

 

[Ephesians 2:20-22 MSG] 

 

The thing with jigsaw pieces is that not one of them is four sides of edge.  They all need something else to complete them.  And it's the same with us.  We are not complete on our own. 

We all strengths and weaknesses.  We all have powers and vulnerabilities.  And we all need each other.


 

 

 

Handmade Tales

More sewing tales today.

I have put the cushion cover on hold until I have figured quite what I am doing with it, but I have spent the evening instead making a beautiful roll-up craft case for knitting needles, pens/pencils, sewing equipment etc.

Again, I wasn't following a pattern, so I just sort of made it up as I went along.

However, I am so proud of the finished product and so pleased.  It looks really good, as if I have bought it, rather than sewing it myself.
 

There are wonky stitches and a few bits which frayed and so I had to sew over them a few times.  There are a few bits where I could perhaps have used a different colour thread so the stitching isn’t so obvious.  But in the main, I am really proud of my creation.

 

It is not perfect, but I made it and I’m delighted with it.

 

I have been reflecting on the delight (and, if I’m honest, amazement as I never really believed I could learn to use a sewing machine and actually make things halfway decent), that I feel and thinking about it illustrates God’s delight in us – His creations.

 

We are not perfect in and of ourselves – we are ‘frayed round the edges’ – but in His sight and through His purifying love, we become perfect.

 

I love that no one else has sewn what I’ve made either: it is completely unique.  One of a kind.

 

I love this verse in Ephesians,

 

“For we are God’s masterpiece.”

 

[Ephesians 2:10 NLT]

 

Not, we are God’s first draft, or God’s quick sketch, or God’s doodle.   We are His carefully constructed, well-thought-out, planned, perfected, delightful hand-made masterpieces.

 

I am so proud of my sewing, I can’t stop looking at it and marvelling and smiling and feeling so proud that I made it.

And that’s just how God feels every time He looks at us.

 

Becoming and Believing

I have just bought 'The Help' on DVD and am halfway through.  I read the book and watched it when it came out at the cinema, but I had forgotten some of the finer details of the plot.

 

The story is set in Jacksonville, Mississippi in the 60s, when racial tensions were high.  It explores life from the point of view of the 'help' - the coloured maids who work for the white families.

 

Their primary job is raising the children of these white families; indeed, they are more like parents to the children than their real parents. 

 

One of the main characters, Aibileen, looks after a small girl, Mae-Mobley.  Mae's own mother , Elizabeth, doesn't pay her much attention: she never hugs her or kisses her or spends time with her.  She never really looks at her or chats to her.  It is as if Elizabeth sees her daughter as a commodity or a status-symbol rather than a person.

 

It is Aibileen who instills a sense of self and self-worth in Mae-Mobley.  Every day, several times a day, Aibileen says to her,

"You is kind.  You is smart.  You is important."

 

And she teaches Mae to say these words to herself over and over until they sink in.

 

What we say to ourselves matters.  What we say about ourselves matters.

 

How often do we say negative or critical things to ourselves without really thinking about them?   

 

You're so stupid.  You'll never make it.  What are you thinking?  You're a failure.  You'll never measure up.  You're not good enough.

 

What we say about ourselves matters: it sinks into our skin and becomes a part of who we are.  Maybe not the first time we say it, but over time if we keep repeating the same messages, we will start to believe them.  Without questioning them.

 

After a while, they start to feel like the truth.

 

The Bible says,

"For as he thinketh in his heart, so is he."

[Proverbs 23:7 KJV]

 

We become what we believe about ourselves.

 

So we need to make sure the things we are thinking are right.

 

Each one of us is hand-crafted and carefully created.

"We are God's "masterpiece."

[Ephesians 2:10 NLT]

  

So let's make sure that's what we tell ourselves.