Stir This Batter, While I Create the World
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.