I love the concept of God sculpting my soul.
My soul is like a piece of marble, hewn from the quarry of life.
I come to God as a chunk of rock–dirty, marred, and rough.
It took a sculptor’s eye–God’s–to see the perfect soul within.
He’s been busy eversince making my soul as round and perfect as a white sphere.
The sculptor Michelangelo used to visit the Carrara quarry in the Tuscany region of Italy. There, he hunted for the perfect slab of marble for his work.
He walked among the stones looking at the veins in the “wild” rock.
The Renaissance man sought a piece to bring forth Moses, or the Pieta, maybe even David.
Michelangelo could look three-dimensionally at raw marble and know who “lived” within. He saw past the ragged edges to the sculpture.
God’s like that, too.
Sculpting my soul
Throughout my life, God uses opportunities to reshape and reform my craggy soul.
In my mind, someday I’ll reach heaven with a soul in the perfect shape: a white sphere without angles–smooth, polished, glowing, and whole.
But to whittle down my soul to that perfect sphere, sometimes means he has to use a jack-hammer.
Sometimes the pieces need to be broken off in large chunks like a calving iceberg.
God also uses Michelangelo’s chiseled tapping in sculpting my soul
Each chip knocked from my rocky heart brings me closer to the core of who God created me to be: in His likeness, whole and complete.
I like to think the longer I’m a Christian, the smaller and more precise the taps.
The need for major chunks to be removed
I err some days and the hammer and chisel come down hard. I
It hurts to realize what I thought were steps closer to perfectection, only displayed a marred vein of self within my stony heart.
I’m thankful God recognized the slab needing removal. My concept of perfection doesn’t always match His.
One day I’ll get so close to holiness, soul will only require polishing with water and sandpaper.
But until then, I’ll focus on delighting that God is the sculptor of my soul. His eyes see a multi-dimensional vision of who He created me to be.
Thanks be to God.
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Enjoyed this post! Michelangelo was such a master sculptor, but God is even better! Love it!
I should have included this quote from Michelangelo, which I must have read somewhere and taken to my heart:
“In every block of marble I see a statue as plain as though it stood before me, shaped and perfect in attitude and action. I have only to hew away the rough walls that imprison the lovely apparition to reveal it to the other eyes as mine see it.”