“A sad fact which nevertheless needs to be faced is that a deeply committed Christian who wants to write stories or paint pictures or compose music to the glory of God simply may not have been given the talent, the gift, which a non-Christian, or even an atheist have in abundance. God is no respecter of persons, and this is something we are reluctant to face.
We would like God’s ways to be our ways, his judgments to be like our judgments. It is hard for us to understand that he lavishly gives enormous talents to people we would consider unworthy, that he chooses his artists with as calm a disregard of surface moral qualifications as he chooses his saints. Often we forget that he has a special gift for each one of us, because we tend to weigh and measure such gifts with the coin of the world’s market place. The widow’s mite was worth more than all the rich men’s gold because it represented the focus of her life. Her poverty was rich because all she had belonged to the living Lord.”
-Madeleine L’Engle, Walking On Water: Reflections on Faith and Art (1980)
I am a respecter of persons. I weigh God’s gifts with the world’s market place. If the world does not see a person as brilliant then that person is no one and that gift is nothing. That is how I view myself and my gift sir – the number of likes prove my popularity, thus filling my social insecurity. Greatness is achieved when the world labeled you as one. This is my tragedy. I fail to realize there’s only a single audience I need to impress: the One acquainted with all my ways, the One who discern from afar, the One who knows my words before I utter them. The One who knows me waaaayyy more than I know myself. The giver of gift Himself.
These words rebuked and affirmed me sir, the exact ones I needed to hear. And I preach it to myself every morning. Note to self: it is not by your might, nor by your power, but by the Spirit given to you.