I’ve heard it said that, often times, a sculptor can actually see his finished piece in the original “lump” (be it a chunk of wood, a ball of clay, a blank canvas, whatever). The sculptor interacts with his “lump” (the painters her canvas) as the finished product, working patiently and diligently to bring out, to call forth, what he knows is there, what already exists, what she sees.
What if that is how God the Father sees and interacts with us? That is, God the Father sees us as the beautiful image-bearing son or daughter He created us to be, all the while patiently and loving working to call that beauty out of us, into reality.
Then the question becomes what will we, the sculpted, choose to believe about ourselves: who the Fathers sees, a completed beautiful masterpiece? What we “feel” – so, frequently, caught up in the molding process, vision distorted by chiseled pieces? What the viewing audience perceives as a “lump” – full of their limited judgmental view, lacking the gentle, skillful eye of the brilliant artist?