There I was, sitting in a dimly lit gymnasium. Listening to music in which I couldn’t tell you the artist or song. But this particular act caught my attention. On the side, away from the main stage, a student was painting a portrait with broad strokes on a canvas as big as he was. I watched with interest. As a non-painter, what he was doing seemed to have no rhythm. Nothing made sense. He put paint in places that seemed to have no business being touched. The whole time I only saw an over sized piece of paper with random blobs and strokes of badly placed paint. But he was working with end knowledge I did not have. He knew where he was going. And so, I watched in amazement as the random stains of paint began to spell out the letters MGN, the acronym for our annual talent showcase. What was, for the longest time, chaotic and random became orderly and tasteful; can we use the word beautiful?
What’s really cool is something about the painting spoke to the artist. No one had ever created a painting exactly like the one he made. No one. Whatever beauty the painting had to offer was a reflection of the young mans own artistic imagination.
A man writes about the vanities of life. The purposelessness of everything. The inevitability of death. He is searching desperately for meaning in this world. But then this man known as “the preacher” gives an assurance. “He has made everything beautiful in its time.” (Ecclesiastes 3:9-13) Even in the chaos and apparent meaninglessness he believed that someone was making things beautiful.
Someone knows what they are doing with the brush strokes.
Now, what I have failed to tell you is that, the someone is God. The student painting the letters MGN is a metaphor for what God is doing, what he has done, and how he is using you and me in the masterpiece.
So, what about you? When you look around do you see chaos and meaninglessness? Or can you see things being made beautiful?