"It is finished" John19:30
"In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth." That's what it says. "God created the heavens and the earth." It doesn't say, "God made the heavens and the earth." Nor does it say that he "xeroxed" the heavens and the earth." Or "built" or "developed" or "mass-produced." No, the word is "created."
And that one word says a lot. Creating is something far different than constructing. The difference is pretty obvious. Constructing something engages only the hands while creating engages the heart and the soul.
You've probably noticed this in your own life. Think about something you've created. A painting perhaps. Or a song. Those lines of poetry you never showed to anyone. Or even the doghouse in the backyard.
How do you feel toward that creation? Good? I hope so. Proud? Even protective? You should. Part of you lives in that project. When you create something you are putting yourself into it. It's far greater than an ordinary assignment or task; it's an expression of you!
Now, imagine God's creativity. Of all we don't know about the creation, there is one thing we do know - he did it with a smile. He must've had a blast. Painting the stripes on the zebra, hanging the stars in the sky, putting the gold in the sunset. What creativity! Stretching the neck of the giraffe, putting the flutter in the mockingbird's wings, planting the giggle in the hyena.
What a time he had. Like a whistling carpentar in his workshop, he loved every bit of it. He poured himself into the work. So intent was his creativity that he took a day off at the end of the week just to rest.
And then, as a finale to a brilliant performance, he made man. With his typical creative flair, he began with a useless mound of dirt and ended up with an invaluable species called a human. A human who had the unique honor to bear the stamp, "In His Image."
At this point in the story one would be tempted to jump and clap. "Bravo!" "Encore!" "Unmatchable!" "Beautiful!"
But the applause would be premature. The Divine Artist has yet to unveil his greatest creation.
As the story unfolds, a devil of a snake feeds man a line and an apple, and gullible Adam swallows them both. This one act of rebellion sets in motion a dramatic and erratic courtship between God and man. Though the characters and scenes change, the scenario repeats itself endlessly. God, still the compassionate Creator, woos his creation. Man, the creation, alternately reaches out in repentance and runs in rebellion.
It is within this simple script that God's creativity flourishes. If you thought he was imaginative with the sea and the stars, just wait until you read what he does to get his creation to listen to him!
For example:
A ninety-year old woman gets pregnant
Another woman turns to salt
A flood blankets the earth.
A bush burns (but doesn't burn up!)
The Red Sea splits in two.
The walls of Jericho fall.
The sky rains fire.
A donkey talks.
You talk about special effects! But these acts, be they ever ingenious, still couldn't compare with what was to come.
Nearing the climax of the story, God motivated by love and directed by divinity, surprised everyone. He became a man. In an untouchable mystery, he disguised himself as a carpenter and lived in a dusty Judean village. Determined to prove his love for his creation, he walked incognito through his own world. His calloused hands touched wounds and his compassionate tongue touched hearts. He became one of us.
Have you ever seen such determination? Have you ever witnessed such a desire to communicate? If one thing didn't work he'd try another. If one approach failed, he'd try a new one. His mind never stopped. "In the past God spoke . . . at many times and in various ways." writes the author of Hebrews, "but in these days he has spoken to us by his Son."
But as beautiful as this act of incarnation was, it was not the zenith. Like a master painter God reserved his masterpiece until the end. All the earlier acts of love had been leading to this one. The angels hushed and the heavens paused to witness the finale. God unveils the canvas and the ultimate act of creative compassion is revealed.
God on a cross.
The Creator being sacrificed for the creation. God convincing man once and for all that forgiveness still follows failure.
I wonder if, while on the cross, the Creator allowed his thoughts to wander back to the beginning. One wonders if he allowed the myriad of faces and acts to parade his memory. Did he reminisce about the creation of the sky and sea? Did he relive the conversations with Abraham and Moses? Did he remember the plagues and the promises, the wilderness and the wanderings? We don't know.
We do know, however, what he said.
"It is finished."
The mission was finished. All that the master painter needed to do was done and was done in splendor. His creation could now come home.
"It is finished!" he cried.
And the great Creator went home.
(He's not resting, though. Word has it that his tireless hands are preparing a city so glorious that even the angels get goosebumps upon seeing it. Considering what he has done so far, this is one creation I plan to see.)
Max Lucado
