God Didn’t Make Me Fast: a Post About Why I Write

This is a great scene from the movie, Chariots of Fire, where the character Eric Liddle is talking about why he runs. He says that although he feels called, and will return, to the mission field, he is compelled to run.

“Why?” his sister asks.

“Because God made me fast, and when I run, I feel His pleasure.”

I love that!

Now God didn’t make me fast, but He did make me with a love of the written word. It’s what keeps me coming back, again and again, to the blank page. And when I write, no matter what it’s about, I feel His pleasure. It’s as if He’s standing over my shoulder, saying, “Yes, son! This! This is why I gave you an imagination.”

He perhaps didn’t make me to build empires, run marathons, or for acclaim. Or even to succeed.

No, He made me to create, out of the raw materials of life, out of sense (and nonsense), out of starry, wide-eyed wonder, stories for His pleasure.

How about you?

What did God make you for?

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