Picture a white room. A silver table with two red chairs rest in the center. In one chair is an american architect. He is 40 and well dressed. Horn-rimmed glasses rest on the crown of his nose. He slouches in the chair hands crossed and relaxed in his lap looking straight ahead. Across from him sits a nigerian boy. No shoes and tatered shirt and shorts. His knees are worn and caked from soccer games. His feet are calloused by the village road’s cobbled abuses. His filth is only matched by the architect’s snobbish neatness.
It is difficult to see these two starring down their differences and not do the same. Their skin. Their posture. Their dress is different. However, all the contradictions pale in front of their core commonality. They are both made in God’s image. They were born to create.
No matter our differences we share a great unifier. We have common purpose. We each are capable of bringing order from chaos. We express this gift in varied ways. Some of us sing or draw or dance. Some organize and administrate and manage. Our architect draws. Our village boy might enjoy singing, or drawing or perhaps building. They each can take raw chaos and give it order. We were all made to do it, to create.
Please, share with me ways you are creating. How are you bringing order out of the chaos of life. It is what we have in common. Someone said, “The bird doesn’t sing because it has the answer but because it has a song.” We don’t need the answer, we know it. We could all use hearing a good song.






