A word we may not use correctly.

All human creation is derivative.

We didn’t invent the emotions we film, the world we film them in, the physical properties that allow the film to develop or download, or the humans who act in and produce the movie.

We didn’t author the colors we paint, the scenes that inspire them, or the eyes necessary to render the paint into something recognizable.

We didn’t create movement, we simply subdue it into automobiles. We didn’t create thought or minds, though we mold thoughts into words so that minds can interact with each other. We didn’t decide marriage and love would exist; we just follow (or disregard) the patterns laid out for our first parents.

On the first day, God created light, the beaming, white pulse that makes it possible for us to see. He created it from nothing. He had no preexisting blueprint, no earlier work of another that He simply improved upon. Light was not an impressive sequel, like The Godfather II (I hear). No, this was truly, definitively creative.

Imagine, just for a minute, that you have never seen light (or anything else, obviously). You’ve experienced nothing but the deepest, most uninterrupted blackness imaginable. That’s all there is. All there ever has been.

How would you imagine light? How could somebody even describe it to you? Try, in your mind, to describe sight and light to the imaginary you trapped in that darkness, having never seen, having never experienced anything but absolute darkness.

Humans can’t create what we haven’t already been given by experience. We can’t even imagine what we haven’t already experienced.

God, though, spoke the reality of light into being from nothing.

On the third day, God created, authored, spoke plants into being from nothing. Plants. In addition to land (already pretty weird if you think about it; go outside and stand on the dirt: that’s interlocking atoms, themselves mostly made up of empty space, that you’re standing on), God spoke plants into the universe.

There is a bristlecone pine in California that was probably already 600 years old when Moses was born.

Onions contain a mild antibiotic.

Every part of a dandelion is edible.

But we think Breaking Bad is the most creative thing we’ve ever seen?

On the fourth day, the God who would one day walk through Palestine and kill a fig tree decided that unimaginably massive balls of flaming hydrogen would light the night sky of Earth, and the galaxy it’s nestled in. He freely thought them up, talked their beauty into being, fashioned their flames and immense gravity into a portrait of light and speed.

When I was a teenager I thought Stephen King was the most creative person in the universe.

God chose that fish, birds, and animals should breathe and exist and have little animal babies on the fifth and sixth days of His universe. He decided (I assume) that sea horses should swim upright and that polar bears should have black skin.

We humans carry in us and on us, according to what God said He did on that sixth day, the breath of His own life and His image. We marry because He decided to create marriage and love. We eat and laugh and kiss and have children by His doing.

When we marvel at some wonderful piece of art, a song or a movie or a show or a book, we praise the author. We talk about how skilled and imaginative he or she is.

Let’s lose our breath for a minute at the color green, at sunlight, at our fingernails and the fact that we can hear our loved ones’ voices because sound waves move through air.

Let’s be amazed by creation periodically, and praise the only real, definitive Creator.


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