Stir This Batter, While I Create the World
Lately when I reflect on what it means to be in ministry in the world, I am transported back to Christmas 1985. I was three years old and my Grama Char and I were baking thumbprint cookies in her kitchen. Anyone who has baked with a three-year-old knows that one does not invite a toddler into the kitchen out of a need for extra help; I am sure I contributed more to making messes than baking cookies.
I was in the kitchen because I was (for one more year, at least) my Grama's only grandchild, and she wanted to make cookies with me. And I wanted to help. I wanted to be like her. So much in fact, for at least part of the time I wore blue knitted mittens in imitation of her oven mitts. I felt so prepared for baking. This memory comes to mind lately, whenever I am trying to tackle the question of why God created the world and gave humans "dominion" over it. My hunch is that when God tells us that we have dominion over the earth, it less like a landlord handing over the keys to a superintendent, and more like a grandparent inviting a three-year-old into the kitchen.
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I was in the kitchen because I was (for one more year, at least) my Grama's only grandchild, and she wanted to make cookies with me. And I wanted to help. I wanted to be like her. So much in fact, for at least part of the time I wore blue knitted mittens in imitation of her oven mitts. I felt so prepared for baking. This memory comes to mind lately, whenever I am trying to tackle the question of why God created the world and gave humans "dominion" over it. My hunch is that when God tells us that we have dominion over the earth, it less like a landlord handing over the keys to a superintendent, and more like a grandparent inviting a three-year-old into the kitchen.