You Knit Me.

You formed my inmost being; you knit me in my mother’s womb. I praise you, because I am wonderfully made; wonderful are your works! My very self you know. My bones are not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, fashioned in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw me unformed; in your book all are written down; my days were shaped, before one came to be.

-Psalm 139:13-16 NAB

 

Many of the Friars in the house know, I am a very crafty person. One of the many crafts I do is knitting.  I was working on a pair of socks for a family member, when this passage came to mind. I was surprised to see just how similar it sounded to the process of knitting socks

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As I was working, I was made keenly aware of every mistake made.  Every slipped stitch, a miscount of rows, and every yarn split were instantly visible to my trained eyes.  The best I can hope for is that these socks will keep the feet of the intended recipient warm and toasty for the winter to come.  When I was shaping the heel, I was picturing the surprise on the person’s face when they opened the package and received their gift.  Then I realized I had no idea if these socks would ever actually be worn.  I knew the socks through and through, but their use was dependent on the free will of the end user.  After that disappointing thought, I chose to delve deeper into the meaning of the passage from Psalms.

 

Similar to God’s knowing everything about me, I knew what I intended the socks to look like when I finished them.  That image was a wonderful image.  As I fashioned the socks in secret for their intended recipient, still my socks had flaws that I created, and here is where God is different.  God’s creation was intended for greatness, and was created flawlessly.  Why then are we not flawless creatures now?  This answer to this question is one of the greatest gifts God ever gave humanity, free will.  Yes, God knows the number of our days, but what we do with those days is up to us.  We are imperfect because of sin which entered this world through free will.  Just as I shaped the socks for the purpose of keeping someone’s feet warm, we were shaped to be one with God and live according to God’s plans.

 

While I am unable to fix every flaw in the socks I made, the choice to reconcile with God fixes every human flaw through Christ.  Every hole and skipped stitch I have created in my being can be re-knit, provided I ask.  That thought left me with the same question I now leave you.  What are those holes I need fixed before I can realize God’s intended potential for my life?