五旬节五

我们原是他的工作

——以弗所书二章十节

我们原是他的工作，犹如匠艺之于艺匠，工艺之于艺人。

群山大海，月夜朝霞，虽都是他的浩瀚画卷；他却更喜爱在我们的方寸之处，留下点点笔触。万古千秋，汗简青史，都在展示他所雕塑的群像，他却更乐意在我们每个人身上，留下他的斧凿。

历代圣徒，有如彩云，无一不是出于他自己的手笔。但我之于他，却又像只是他唯一的作品，如此呕心沥血，刻意求工。

他可能时辍时作，因他需要构思，需要思索。但他更需要等待，因为人毕竟不同于琴弦，在他轻轻拨动之后，他愿等待我们自己吟出一曲最美的旋律。

Pentecost 5

Ephesians 2:10

For we are his workmanship

  We are his workmanship; as the craft to the crafter or the art to the artist, so are we to God.

  Mountains and seas, the sky of night and the clouds of morning: these are God’s vast canvas. Yet it gives him greater pleasure to leave the tiniest brush stroke on our hearts. God can sculpt myriad shapes among the eternity of seasons and the annals of history. Yet he finds greater happiness in leaving the mark of his carver’s blade on each of us .

  Throughout time, the saints have been as varied as the clouds, but each without exception is the product of God’s hand. God toils and strives for perfection in me as if I am his sole creation.

  Perhaps God pauses in his task now and again, to work out the design, to ponder his art. But more, God waits——for people are not mere strings on a harp. Once we have been lightly plucked, God is willing to wait for us to compose the loveliest of melodies ourselves.