My Worn Out Brush
I remembered when I was in college taking up Fine Arts, and a buddy borrowed one of my best brush. And when he returned it to me after quite a while, I found myself looking at my very worn out brush. I mean, I have no idea if it'll still be a good brush to work on with my artworks. Its wooden handle has its paint starting to chirp off. It looks like it was stepped on or something. It's bristles, oh I remembered I love the feel of the brush because of the camel's hair bristles. It just sort of followed my creative whims wherever I directed my strokes. Now - well, it's worn out. But not just productively worn out, but it seems like it was confusingly used to render misguided brushstrokes. It was just an aweful sight to see. And my buddy said when he returned it to me: "It's not one of those really good brush is it? As I was looking at my brush, I remembered how it was when I had it before I lent it to my buddy.
Lent. Borrowed. Entrusted to. I reckon, maybe that's how I am with my life. It was a life lent to me by my Maker. And there are many times that I didn't take care of it as much as I should've. There were times that I took it for granted. When I abused it with all my bad habits. Maybe I acted out like I owned it, when in fact it was just lent to me. Maybe I complained that it was not really a best life to live in. I am not entirely a mad man to go wayward with my life, but if I look at my life, how fragile it can be and how short it maybe, I'd do my best wtih it. And maybe I will be able to sort out what I was really meant to be. I mean my life comes with some talents and abilities and maybe I was meant to be what my "gifts" are there for. And in my case to be an artist. To be a family man-artist. To be a family man artist who can lead my family to honoring our Maker.
Lent is also a season that gives me time to look into my life. And how I was with it and how I relate to the One who lent my life to me. The One True source of everything that I was, I am and all I ever will be. And I hope that when it is time for me to return the life that was lent to me, I pray that I am able to polish it with what it was meant to be. A well lived life, abled to serve and abled to share the glimpse of the source of my existence. LENT.
Lent. Borrowed. Entrusted to. I reckon, maybe that's how I am with my life. It was a life lent to me by my Maker. And there are many times that I didn't take care of it as much as I should've. There were times that I took it for granted. When I abused it with all my bad habits. Maybe I acted out like I owned it, when in fact it was just lent to me. Maybe I complained that it was not really a best life to live in. I am not entirely a mad man to go wayward with my life, but if I look at my life, how fragile it can be and how short it maybe, I'd do my best wtih it. And maybe I will be able to sort out what I was really meant to be. I mean my life comes with some talents and abilities and maybe I was meant to be what my "gifts" are there for. And in my case to be an artist. To be a family man-artist. To be a family man artist who can lead my family to honoring our Maker.
Lent is also a season that gives me time to look into my life. And how I was with it and how I relate to the One who lent my life to me. The One True source of everything that I was, I am and all I ever will be. And I hope that when it is time for me to return the life that was lent to me, I pray that I am able to polish it with what it was meant to be. A well lived life, abled to serve and abled to share the glimpse of the source of my existence. LENT.
