"Many lined up in front of the huge musee de louvre in Paris. But there was this lady who couldn't wait to identify with the very famous painting. She had heard about the painting ever since she was a very little girl, she heard her parents talk about it, she heard it being talked about on TV, on the radio, in newspapers, and in world renowned novels. Finally, today she was actually standing in front of the very doors that would lead her to the painting. She was wondering exactly how she would feel when she finished her determined task that very morning. How would she respond? Would she still feel the same excited way as she felt when she woke up that morning?
"Bonjour madame," the man at the door greeted her, apparently bristling with so much enthusiasm as if she was the first one at the museum that morning. "Bonjour monsieur," she responded. She entered the building. When she reached a large hallway at the front, a feeling of trepidation began to run down her spine. What was she doing trying to identify with something so profound anyways? She had to be kidding! Oh well, she couldn't have come this far only to start turning back. She summed up courage and glided straight to the location where the map indicated the painting hung. Then she stared at the painting which seemed like it had been hanging there for centuries, obviously in 'peace,' not minding the diverse languages of people who had come from far and wide to stare at it's beauty. Then tears started streaming down her face, for free. She was crying because she didn't understand how the painter did it. Who was this wonderful painter called Leonardo Da Vinci?
Today I was sitting in my room when I remembered last week friday @ TERC when Miguel started talking about the art of 'praise & worship.' It was a moment never to forget. We worshipped till we didn't want to leave our positions again, because we realized what makes us praise God. It was when we read psalm 139:14, which says "I will praise you for I am fearfully and wonderfully made" that I caught the exact revelation of "the Artist and His painting." The psalmist said he would praise God because of the skillful way in which he was formed and created. God is the Artist, and you are His painting. You are beautiful and special in every single way. There are some secret things in you that you know no one else is capable of doing but you (and there are some secrets that you know about yourself that no one else knows ~ no one else comes close). Those secret things are your own 'Mona Lisa.' Every human being is a work of art, the ingredient God used to mold you is different from what He used to spice me up. I am maggi and you are knorr cube...there's just something about you. And if you think about it, just like how the painting of Mona Lisa made the woman cry, tears may threaten to fall down your face.
*So this monday, make up your mind to
PRAISE the Artist,
for you are fearfully and wonderfully made*