Whistling In The Workshop: Creative Joy In The Workplace

As a boy, there was nothing I loved more than to be with my Dad while he built things in his workshop.

With precision and deft skill, Dad grasped each board. He carefully measured twice and then with a confident cut, sawed it in two. Each piece would fit perfectly like a complicated puzzle. Although he used the tools of his trade — hammer, saw, screwdriver — it was ultimately his hands that impressed me most. They were strong, skilled, and stable.

And his eyes danced with the thrill of making something. Whistling below his breath, he would happily construct his work of art.

In my little eyes, my dad could make anything.

As an adult, I observe God’s creation with the same wide-eyed wonder. I see his hand all around me in the most intricate ways. From the vast stretch of the plains to the towering rise of the mountains, I behold His fingerprint.

From the sunrise beaming on my face to the gentle breeze blowing on the back of my neck, Creation speaks His name.

Science, once regarded as the antithesis of Christian belief, is now the proof of the intelligent design and intricate detail of a compassionate Creator.

In the “work” of Creation, it doesn’t take too much imagination to see God smiling while he worked. With great joy, he painted the stripes on the zebra’s back. With a chuckle, he fashioned the hyena’s bark. With a palette of happy colors he zealously, yet carefully dabbed the parrot’s feathers. With hilarity, he inflated the blowfish’s gills. With a wry smile, he stretched the neck of the giraffe.

Like my Dad, whistling in the workshop, I have to believe that God loves the creative process.

He loves his work. So what’s my excuse?

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