Read Genesis 1:20-31
The story opens with God busy creating everything.
He speaks matter into existence, shapes it into stars and planets, and sets them spinning in a dance so complex and elegant that it will take humans thousands of years to figure it out. Then he shapes other matter into earth, plants, and animals. Finally, he creates something very different, something more like himself than all the rest: humankind.
When he is finished creating he steps back and looks at it all, and he likes it. He calls it ‘good’. You can almost hear his deep, satisfied, sigh. ‘Yes’, he might have said, ‘this is just what I wanted it to be. I like my creation,’ – my creation.
Have you ever made something: a go-cart, a card, a drawing, a bird house, a cake, a shirt, a vase, a poem, or a loaf of bread? If you have, you know what I mean when I say that some things are ours, in a way that is more than ownership. They are ours in the sense that they are a part of us, they originated in us and came from us and no matter what happens after that, they are ours – even if someone else owns them.
You can especially see how this works with paintings. The whole world refers to the Mona Lisa as Leonardo DaVinci’s painting; no matter how long he’s been dead, or how many different people and museums have owned it. Leonardo painted it. It’s his.
In the same way, God is the creator of everything and everyone we know. This means he has a claim to us and our world that goes deeper than we realize. Although he has given us to ourselves, so to speak, by making us independent, we still belong to Him in the sense that we are made by him. We are expressions of his nature, his work.
His fingerprints are all over us. He made us. We are his.
He made you. You are his.