One of the most fascinating things about this crazy collective of madness called the human race is how people develop their own little quirks... things that would be impossible to predict about someone, and yet when the quirks reveal themselves... we immediately think... "That is so him/her/them."
When I make biscuits for our morning breakfast, I cut the biscuits from the kneaded dough with a circular cutter... but on the last one, I tend to just grab the remaining dough and hand-form the biscuit, patting it down on the baking stone.
For some reason, my son Logan has latched onto this 'final biscuit', claiming it as his own each and every time I make them. He calls it the 'deformed biscuit' and it makes his morning to be the first one to grab it.
I have no idea why... but it is so Logan.
And you, dear reader, might ask: "Why is this worthy of a blog post, even in this blog?!?"
Because.... it is little quirks like this... that complete the masterpiece of artwork that is each of us... us fallen, 'deformed' humans, so beautiful and fascinating. Those who would say we are 'accidents of an evolving universe' are missing something. In any work of art, there are little signs of the artist... the way a painter makes a whorl of paint, or a potter carves a piece... these little details transform a pot or a painting into... something beautiful, artistic, and divine.
Those kind of signatures aren't an accident. They are loving strokes of a Creator, who cares about us and makes us each unique, with our own little quirks. Delightful quirks, maddening quirks, endearing quirks, infuriating quirks.... but they are ours. And they were woven into us by a master.
When I make biscuits for our morning breakfast, I cut the biscuits from the kneaded dough with a circular cutter... but on the last one, I tend to just grab the remaining dough and hand-form the biscuit, patting it down on the baking stone.
For some reason, my son Logan has latched onto this 'final biscuit', claiming it as his own each and every time I make them. He calls it the 'deformed biscuit' and it makes his morning to be the first one to grab it.
I have no idea why... but it is so Logan.
And you, dear reader, might ask: "Why is this worthy of a blog post, even in this blog?!?"
Because.... it is little quirks like this... that complete the masterpiece of artwork that is each of us... us fallen, 'deformed' humans, so beautiful and fascinating. Those who would say we are 'accidents of an evolving universe' are missing something. In any work of art, there are little signs of the artist... the way a painter makes a whorl of paint, or a potter carves a piece... these little details transform a pot or a painting into... something beautiful, artistic, and divine.
Those kind of signatures aren't an accident. They are loving strokes of a Creator, who cares about us and makes us each unique, with our own little quirks. Delightful quirks, maddening quirks, endearing quirks, infuriating quirks.... but they are ours. And they were woven into us by a master.
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