Under Construction

Therefore, holy brothers and sisters, who share in the heavenly calling, fix your thoughts on Jesus, whom we acknowledge as our apostle and high priest. He was faithful to the one who appointed him, just as Moses was faithful in all God’s house. Jesus has been found worthy of greater honor than Moses, just as the builder of a house has greater honor than the house itself. For every house is built by someone, but God is the builder of everything. “Moses was faithful as a servant in all God’s house,” bearing witness to what would be spoken by God in the future. But Christ is faithful as the Son over God’s house. And we are his house, if indeed we hold firmly to our confidence and the hope in which we glory.

Hebrews 3:1-6

These words are speaking to me today. I’m not really digging too terribly deep into the layers of meaning; just taking the big bird’s eye view: I am a house that God is building. And when someone builds a beautiful house, or creates something amazing, while we might admire the thing they made, ultimately our admiration goes to the person who made it.

I love to make things. And I also love to see the things other people make. Many of the blogs listed along the side of this webpage are not people I know, but are people who create amazing and creative things, and share their creations with the world via their blogs. When I look at the stuff they make, though, as impressed as I might be with the ruffled skirts or homemade bias tape, mostly I’m impressed with the people behind those things – I’m amazed at their creative prowess and want to be more like them.

This passage tells me that I, myself, am like one of those ruffled dresses (for lack of a better analogy). When people see my life, if there’s anything admirable about it, hopefully it will point them back to the Person who made me and is still making me. I am the house; God is the builder. The builder has greater honor than the house itself. When I was about 7, my Christian school put on a musical, and all of us kids had to sing about being “under construction.” Brick by brick, He’s building me, and I know that suffering and grieving are unavoidable parts of that process. I don’t think the house likes being nailed and drilled and sawed into (ouch! Poor house!). Yet, it has to undergo those things, because otherwise it can’t be fully formed or functional.

So, like I said, I’m not really taking this too deep. I just find it encouraging that not only is God still working on me, but as He makes progress with me and other people see it, those people will hopefully be pointed back to honoring Him.