Odd Though I Am

I buy into people being works of art. My canvas depicts a rather odd,loud, and awkward 23 year old with a red beard. At least that's what I imagine most people see through a first or second glance. But in actuality, I've got a lot more to me. Most of what are called my hidden qualities are really just slightly less obvious quirks and foibles that would be caught right away in most people, which would be true for me if I was part of that demographic. For whatever reason, my Architect decided to take the places in human design that are supposed to posses cool skills like a good singing voice or hand to eye coordination, and fill them up with oddities; like an obsession with comic books or inability to sit still or pay attention for more than 14 seconds (I'm not kidding, that's actually my limit). I have no clue why that omnipotent twerp decided to make me this way, but he did. I can get more than frustrated with him, and we get into it from time to time. I've determined that its his responsibility to own up to my mistakes since he built me; you know, like how it's the mechanics fault if your breaks go out a week after they were supposedly fixed? Well here is where I run into a problem: Artist's hate cliche's, at least the good ones generally do. And I think that this architect is rather fond of putting an out of the box twist on what he makes. And I guess that makes some sense. Who wants to decorate with all the same picture? My apartment has a variety of super hero posters on its wall, and even though one of them is my favorite, I didn't want to buy only that one. It would be like putting up a wall paper instead of decorations, which I'm pretty sure are supposed to relate to, but not copy, each other. And I guess that if the architect turned artisan treats the words as he easel there is a fondness in him for related diversity among his works. If that is the case, then wouldn't the odd balls like myself be somewhere along the cutting edge? I mean, nothing against the classics, but its kinda nice to look at abnormalities with the realization that they were probably put in me for a reason. Even more so when you think about some of this guy's past works: Tim Tebow,Audrey Hepburn, Matt Thiessen, good 'ol Einstein, and Chuck Norris. This guy knows what hes doing. The greatest comfort from all of this doesn't come from knowing that I'm from the same manufacturer as all these folks, it comes from know that this God fellow, the architects more common name, seems to be good at what he does. I don't think that he would intentionally make some of us inferior to the rest, which is a very far thing from different. He seems to prefer to show off different sides of his creativity, and makes each new design in it's own way for their own purpose. When I start to think about all of this it becomes slightly more clear why I might be among the 1 of 70 boys born with a form of autism these days (for those of you who don't know, I have auspergers syndrome, which is a kind of autism). Just maybe that one thing that has caused my life more trouble in life than any other, and frankly makes me feel alone most of my day, exist within because there is a plan for it. I know that I certainly enjoy some of it's perks; like being able to take in large amounts of information in seconds and then not forget it or obsess about one thing until I've mastered it (currently that thing is beer). I am created for a purpose, and that is something I don't get to choose. It was chosen for me by the one who designed me, and therefore knows me best (read psalm 139, you'll see a bit of what I mean). I don't know much about what that one thing might be, but its there, or rather here within myself and the people around me. But what I do know (and this is among the very few things I can say with no doubt) is that who I am reflects a part of who Jesus is. I have that in common with you. It is one thing that truly matters in life. The strange thing about this commonality though, is that it makes us unique and valuable. God's pretty big I think, and fairly smart too. The differences between myself and most folks matter as little as what I have in common with them. I do not think I will ever be justly judged on a scale weighing how much I'm like anyone else. What will be evaluated is how I treat people, I feel about them, and how I use my unique design to make life a little better for them. And all of this is to say, God and I don't always get along, mostly because of me. But my individual reflection of him (and I think that I got some of his stubbornness) is a reason why I'm worth loving. And besides, what mHy imperfect eyes see as flaws may very well be the crown fashioned for me by His perfect hands. In all probability, my greatest flaw is not realizing thats exactly what they are. More to come, my fellow works of art. "I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful" Psalm 139:14