Created to Create

The hardest part is discerning where to begin, so I’m making it simple and starting with Genesis.

The very first chapter and verse.

When God created the heavens and the earth. (When the earth was a formless void and darkness covered the face of the deep.)


Too often this story is reduced to a story of origin only, to a debate between biblical literalists and non-literalists. Is this a story about how the world was created, or why?

It’s a good question, but there’s a wealth of meaning that lay just beyond it. This is a story about our creative and creating God, a God we will come to know more fully as the narrative unfolds, but a God whose first act was to make something where there was nothingness. God may be many things and have many names, but we first come to know God as Creator.

Not much farther into the story, we learn that humankind is made in God’s image.

Theologians have spilled a lot of ink on exactly how we reflect God’s image (is it God’s wisdom that we reflect? Or God’s power or compassion?), but if we take a cue from the story itself, it’s arguable that our capacity for and call to creativity is the first claim. We are made in God’s image, called to create as God creates.

The thing is, when I think of the Church, and try to articulate what the people of God are called to do and how the people of God are called to live, the language of creativity is not my go-to language. And that makes me wonder whether creativity is one of those words most of us relegate to the past, when we were all artists holding giant pieces of sidewalk chalk in clumsy hands. It makes me wonder whether the word itself carries too much baggage for adults, whether it was abandoned somewhere between preschool and the end of adolescence.

The question invokes a rather clear memory from my own childhood.

Near the end of kindergarten, I was told that my painting, “Where the Wild Things Are,” had been selected for the annual gallery organized by the school system. My family would be invited to join me for a celebratory reception on the day of the gallery’s opening.

One of countless projects we completed in Mrs. Bly’s art class that year, I barely remembered it but nevertheless swelled with pride. It never occurred to me until that day that some kids got to display their paintings in places other than dad’s office or the refrigerator.

And so I waited with building anticipation as the opening day neared. And as my anticipation built, so did my remembrance of the painting. In my mind, it had become worthy of The Metropolitan Museum of Art.

You can imagine the horror I felt when the day arrived, and tracing the art-lined walls with my pointer finger, I turned the corner and saw my name under the framed picture pretending to be my own. As my parents ooh’d and ahh’d and said all the right things, I slipped into tearful indignation, insisting that this was not my work, that there must have been some sort of mix-up. This ridiculous painting looked nothing like the illustrations in Maurice Sendak’s magnificent book and more like a six-year-old student’s experiment with primary colors and under-developed fine motor skills.

It was a terrible afternoon soon made better with ice cream and more affirmation, but I do wonder if that was the day I ceased to really create. I would keep creating, of course, but it was never with the abandon of a six-year-old armed with finger paint and a boundless imagination. It was never with the same freedom and playfulness.

My story is, of course, only mine, but I would venture to say that most of us suffer a similar fate, whether we call ourselves artists or not. And I think we would serve ourselves well if we recovered creativity, both in our lexicon and in our understanding of who we are and to whom we belong: we are creators, made in the image of our Creator God. We were made to create and called to create. We need to create.

So what does any of this have to do with outreach to the community?

We talk about the church’s outreach in a number of ways.

Sometimes it’s in the language of command: God told us to feed the hungry; that’s why we do it.

Sometimes it’s in the language of discipleship: Jesus forged a path for us; we need to find it and follow his way.

Sometimes it’s in the language of forgiveness and freedom: God has forgiven our sin; we are now free from anxious striving and free for serving others genuinely as Christ served us.

All of this language is biblical but it’s not all equally generative.

The language and way of creativity isn’t used as often but it has the potential to be enormously generative if we claim it and live by it.

It will always be within the bounds of what Jesus taught and called us to do, of course, but when the starting point shifts from mere replicating and modeling to dreaming and creating, the possibilities grow.

And this doesn’t mean we are constantly reinventing the wheel! Author Vinita Hampton Wright says, “In a general sense, every human being is creative. This trait is not always flashy. Often it’s not called by its true name. But when you take the stuff of life and rearrange it so that it matters, so that it does good things, you’re acting creatively. At those times when you are breaking a sweat to make life work better, you are most like the God who created you. You don’t have to come up with a new idea in order to be creative. All you have to do is find an old idea and apply it to a new moment or group of people, a new problem or situation.”

When I survey Idlewild’s outreach ministry, I see creativity everywhere. I see a congregation that has taken “the stuff” of her life and rearranged it so that it “does good things” in the community. The depth and breadth of witness and service reflects the diversity of our membership and the diversity of ways we can reach out to our neighbors. Many of these ministries appear as solid as the building by now, deeply ingrained in the life of the place, woven seamlessly into congregational identity.

Solid as they are, all of our outreach ministries began with a creative spark and were guided by a creative (and therefore messy!) process. They are sustained now and continue to thrive by creative re-working.

Sometimes I wonder whether my six-year-old self stopped creating with ease as different languages began their toxic creep into my head and heart: the language of perfection, of striving, of success. That language is present in the Church as well, as individuals strive to be good people and congregations chase success in their programming and demographics and attractiveness. Sometimes, an obsession with what we should be doing (or doing better) takes the wind out of our sails, even when the motivation for asking such questions is genuine.

Doesn’t it sound a lot more fun to begin with a commitment to creativity? To channel our six-year-old selves and say: What can we make today?

What if we held at bay those anxious questions and standards that paralyze our fingers before they even get going? What if we gave ourselves a higher allowance for first drafts, for trial-and-error, for play? When we consider our presence beyond Idlewild’s walls, what if our verbs shifted from “should” to “can”? What if our questions began here:

What can we create together? What does our canvass (our context!) look like and what materials do we have to work with and what is the vision? What can we make—or re-make—that will make our world kinder? Our city stronger? Our witness bolder?

These questions aren’t exclusive to professional artists. They reflect a deep understanding of who we are at the core and what makes us tick. We are called to create, and more importantly, we get to, because God endowed us with the gifts we would need.

We get to form things out of darkness and formlessness, as God did on the first and second days with light and darkness, water and land. We get to make something good out of what’s already there, as God did on the third day when out of the earth sprung vegetation.

Creation is not a one-time event, for God or for us. It is the mode by which the world becomes more abundant, more beautiful, more just.

Creation is the antithesis of nothingness, of chaos, of darkness. It is the way we move forward with joy and into joy.

In the next several months, I’ll be highlighting the different ways Idlewild reaches beyond her doors. I’ll be exploring where the creative impulse for those ministries began and how they unfolded to become what they are now. And because the creative process won’t end until Kingdom Come, I’ll occasionally wonder aloud where new drafts are beginning to bubble.

I invite you to wonder aloud with me!








7 thoughts on “Created to Create”

  1. Wow, Sara. I am speechless. (And you know me well enough by now to know that this is quite rare)!

    Okay, well I suppose I do have a FEW thoughts to share… 😉

    Truly remarkable insight and encouragement. I am deeply moved by the earnest admonition to create, claiming our role as creatives as one of the most central parts – perhaps even THE most central part – of what it means to be created in the image of our Creator. I can very much relate to your experience as a 6-year-old child, and have succomed all too often to the voices that demand perfection, ever so convincingly persuading us that good enough is never good enough.

    It has taken me a long time (read: is STILL taking me a long time) to realize that we are all creatives, each one of us, simply in different capacities. We don’t all carry hammers with which to build stunning pieces of architecture, or paint brushes with which to sweep across beautiful canvases, but we most certainly have our our Creator’s creative genes in us, and this is reason to seek and embrace with confidence whatever way our creativity works itself out in the world, so long as it is a way that is of course in harmony with the way of serving and unifying Love.

    Thank you for taking the initiative to start this blog – you’ve set the bar high with the first entry being so outstanding! ❤️ It is an honor to work alongside of you as we seek together to share in God’s creative work in and through this community we calll Idlewild. 🙏🏻


    1. Caitlin, I’m so, so glad this spoke to you. I was hoping it would unleash some freedom for fellow perfectionists, no matter where we all are on the road to recovery! It is really and truly an honor to work with you, too. I hope we can continue to remind each other that creating is “IN OUR GENES,” and to make that space for that. ❤


  2. Thanks for this Sara. It’s a wonderful example of creativity in its own right – a kind of “thinking out loud” that too many are afraid to do for fear of what others might think. I love the six-year old artist story. Put it on the page! Claim it or not, but at least get it down. Idlewild sounds like a wonderful place. Hope all is well with you and Will.


    1. Hey, Jerry! Good to hear from you, and thanks for the encouragement. I’ve always had a love-hate relationship with writing, blogging in particular, for the reason you named. (I’m convicted by the claim in my own blog!)
      Idlewild is a wonderful place, but we miss you all.


  3. Your childhood art project story touched me, and I know that many kids share your reaction. As usual, I have a book for that. “The Dot” by Peter H. Reynolds might resonate.


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