So what might that look like, if we took this
managerial mandate seriously? Imagine yourself and your friends sitting in the
back yard, engaged in casual conversation. Suddenly God in human form walks
through the gate. A power beyond description emanates from this form that
approaches you. It is obviously God. He drops to one knee and scoops up a handful
of dirt. He moistens the soil in His hand and forms it into the shape of a creature,
one that has never been seen before. He draws it close to His face and breathes
on it. Instantly, a miracle takes place before your very eyes. The lump of soil
springs up a living creature, a new creation added to the panoply of life.
Then God turns to you and places this little
creature in your hand. He says, “Would you name it, please, and take care of it
for me?” And then as quickly as He came, His shadow has passed through the gate
and He’s gone. You are there holding this little creature in the palm of your
hand. It makes a tiny sound as it looks up at you. A new life, vulnerable,
pulsating with energy, the beginning of potential, a part of the ecosystem you
have yet to discover its place in.
So what would you do? Get it plump for food
later on? Skin it so you can wear it? Use it for target practice? Throw it the
ground and disregard it, letting it find its own way in the world? Would you
let it starve from neglect? Would you let your neighbor abuse it? If you lost
it from sight and later saw it smashed beside the road, would you think
anything of it?
Or would you value this creation because you saw
it come from God’s hand? Would you hold it, care for it, provide for it, serve
and preserve it, get to know it in every way you could so you could nurture and
protect it to achieve its highest potential in its earthly existence; all of these
things because the last thing you heard God say to you was, “This belongs to
me. But I want you to take care of it for me. Please?”
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