Context: In my first year of university after a one of my first crew calls, I had this real sense of calling to the arts, but I didn’t know what that looked like. That night, I wrote in my journal, and what I wrote (with a few edits over the years) has become something of a personal manifesto for me: something that shapes the way I look at the world. At faith. At art. At my relationship to all of those things. And I still don’t know where I’m headed, at least not in any concrete sort of way. But I’m certainly enjoying the journey.
I was born to create something. I don’t know yet what I am going to be creating, but I know that God has something great planned for me. As a child I wanted to be so many things when I grew up. I wanted to be a nurse, a teacher, a candy store owner, a dancer, a musician, an actress and so many more things. Today I don’t know what I will grow up to be, but I know what I will do. I will create. I don’t know how I could not create. I think that if I were to stop creating, a part of me would die. To create is to imitate God: a high form of flattery as the saying goes. How could I not create? Creating is my worship. It may not be through music, or prayer, or any other conventional means of worship, but I am worshiping from a part of me that is unique. I am not singing someone else’s song. I’m dancing to the beat of my own drummer and I am creating a beautiful dance between me and God.
Would you care to dance?