I ‘m sitting in my office looking at my wall and thinking about you.
On a wall in my office I display pictures my kids draw for me. I call it the Chambers’ Art Gallery.
Each picture is a priceless masterpiece to me. And each picture makes me smile.
Do you know that God thinks you’re a priceless masterpiece, too?
Helen Frankenthaler’s The Bay, is an abstract painting on display in the Detroit
Institute of Arts and it’s valuable. It’s a work of art worth about $1.5 million. Or, should I say, it used to be worth $1.5 million until a 12-year-old boy on a field trip from Holly, Michigan decided that “The Bay” was the place to put his piece of Wrigley’s Extra Polar Ice gum.
That will leave a mark . . . and it did. The gum left a stain the size of a quarter on the painting.
The boy was suspended from school and disciplined by his parents.
Following his suspension, Julie Kildee, the director of the boy’s charter school said, “Even though we give very strict guidelines on proper behavior and we hold students to high standards, he is only 12 and I don’t think he understood the ramifications of what he did before it happened, but he certainly understands the severity of it now.”
Interesting comment: “I don’t think he understood the ramifications of what he did . . . but he certainly understands the severity of it now.”
Where he once saw something equivalent to the underside of a cafeteria table, he now sees a valuable piece of art.
I don’t think we always understand the ramifications of what we do to our lives because we don’t always understand how valuable we really are.
A couple of years ago I received an email from a young woman I met who is struggling with anorexia. Here’s an insightful section from her email:
I don’t think others would really care if I was here or not. I’m sure some people would be thinking how it’s best that I’m gone so I won’t cause any more problems or be a burden to others. I am sure they can and probably will, but it seems like my life cannot get any worse. I feel flawed and damaged. The things that I really want out of life, I don’t see happening. Who is ever going to want someone who is so messed up and damaged? I hate how I dread the future. (emphasis mine)
Can you hear what she’s really saying? This young woman feels worthless. When she looks in the mirror, she’s not seeing a masterpiece; she’s seeing mistakes, or more accurately, she’s seeing—what she thinks is—one big mistake.
She is not a mistake.
You are not a mistake.
You are not worthless!
If your father told you that—he’s a liar.
If your mother told you that—she doesn’t know what she’s talking about.
If your boss tells you that—quit.
If your boyfriend tells you that you are worthless—dump him.
If your spouse tells you that you are worthless—then you sit him down, pull out your Bible, turn to Psalm 139, and proclaim the words of King David, “God created my inmost being; God knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise God because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; His works are wonderful, I know that full well” (adaptation of Psalm 139:13, 14).
If anyone tells you that you are worthless, don’t just ignore them . . . confront them, because to ascribe no worth to yourself is to put spit-covered gum smack-dab in the middle of a masterpiece.
You are valuable and a priceless work of art, even if that’s not what you see when you look in the mirror right now, and when God looks at you in the midst of a busy day he smiles.