Gen. 1:27 So God created man in His own image, in the image and likeness of God He created him; male and female He createdthem. [Col. 3:9-10; Jas. 3:8-9]
I've always wondered what this verse means. Surely it is important; otherwise You wouldn't have said it. It must have been hard for Moses or whoever had the task of recording all that stuffin those first five books. Oh, boy, I'm already seeing something. And it looks like I'm going to get off the track already.
"Write the vision..."
You thought it was important that people write down their visions or whatever You said, anything that was important. I gripeabout not wanting to write things down because of a self-discipline issue. What kind of self-discipline did they have to have? Was writing a laborious task for people thousands of years ago? No computers. No quick running over and getting it out as fast as they could so that they wouldn't forget it.
So back to the image. I've always likened it to a parent and child. "She looks like her daddy." "She has my nose." If I'm made in the image of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, then I should have those qualities. And when I study the Bible, I should be looking for those qualities. Not so that I can develop them,but so that I can pay attention to how You are developing them in me. Because it is Your will to develop them in me. It isn't a matter of me not wanting them. It is a matter of me being willing to be who You have created me to be.
You created in some place where there was no time, and I am experiencing the process of being created in time because creation is a process. I am not You. I cannot see what the end of the process will be. I am the Creation and not the Creator. Is that what the original sin was? Perhaps it was not just the knowledge of good and evil or the attempt to play judge. It was the attempt to be as powerful as You. I don't know how to put this in words. It was trying to know the things that only You can know without asking You to show them. It is usurping Your role as Creator. It is stepping out of the pattern. You know the way things are supposed to work out. But somehow You also gave me the incomprehensible freedom to step out of the pattern, to wander aimlessly with no care for who You created me to be and what Your plan is for the world.