God and Creativity - Small Group Resource

Published: Monday, 13 October 2014

This Small group or quiet prayer resource was prepared by Keren McClelland to accompany her address presented at ABC on Sunday 12 October 2014.  

Blessing of hands mid morning - Macrina Wiederkehr

Sit in your favorite chair, stand by a window, or choose some soulful place for this blessing prayer.

Hold out your hands in gratitude for their many uses. Reach out and touch the things that are near you.

Feel the texture of the things you touch.

Think of some of the tasks you have done and will do this day. How important are your hands for these tasks?

Now bring your hands to a comfortable resting place on your lap or held up in a gesture of praise.

O Source of Life, you lifted me out of the earth. From your hands I have come. I place my hands in the welcoming hands of your heart and pray for a sweet anointing in this midmorning hour. Anoint my hands with tender awareness. Anoint my hands with compassionate touche. Anoint my hands with sacred energy. Give success to the work of my hands this day. Help me remember my potential to reach out and touch things to life. Give me spirit hands. Fill my hands with insightful consciousness. Let me see with my hands the way those who are blind see. May all that I touch be transformed into an instrument of grace. O Holy One, anoint these hands and use them for healing all through the day. May it come to pass.

To Fit Together

Creativity belongs to the artist in each of us. To create means to relate. The root meaning of the word art is to fit together and we all do this every day. Not all of us are painters but we are all artists. Each time we fit things together we are creating—whether it is to make a loaf of bread, a child, a day.

Corita Kent

Source: Learning by Heart

When love and skill work together expect a masterpiece. John Ruskin

The artist helps us to interpret, understand and communicate feeling. When the artist is successful we are led into communion with ourselves and with the world, and the solitary work becomes a communal work. For want of this we walk on parched land.

I am a welder

not an alchemist.

I am interested in the blend

of common elements to make

a common thing.

No magic here.

Only the heat of my desire to fuse

what I already know

Exists. Is possible…

Yes, fusion is possible

but only if things get hot enough.

All else is temporary adhesion,

Patching up.

It is the intimacy of steel melting

into steel…

that makes structures in our lives

… structures that can support us

without fear

without trembling.

I am now… picking up the torch.

I am the welder.

I understand the capacity of heat

to change the shape of things.

I am suited to work

within the realm of sparks

Out of control.

I am the welder.

I am taking the power

into my own hands.

Susan Brooks Thistlethwaite in God the Worker by Robert Banks (p. 86-87).

And yet some of the work of our hands does not feel like a masterpiece… Beth Fritsch writes about love made visible in our daily drudgery…

An artist would sculpt or paint you and make of you an image worthy of a gaze intent enough to behold all of your wonder in just one glance.

A poet would fashion you into a sonnet or a cinquain, an ode or a sestina, or maybe a ghazal with just enough words to utter you in, to proclaim you forth, sweetly.

But I have only this work here, day after day, to attend and out of this daily drudgery must lift tired hands and pull you out of sheer possibility, a task so difficult that some days my open heart gapes and nothing but the swish of the Spirit’s breath moving through me could ever energize this effort enough to call it a masterpiece.