Imagine I Create a Figure of Clay
Imagine I make a clay figure. I shape it, sculpt it and take pride in my artistic creation.
Can this creation of mine insult me? I mean it is only clay, and I am like a giant to it. I have the power to destroy it or keep safe from destruction.
Can this figure make me cry? Can it make me mad? I would laugh at any attempts it made to make me sad or mad. It would actually be interesting to watch such a creation of mine do anything.
Could this creation of mine scare me? Could it hide from me? Could it make me think it was NOT my creation? No, I don’t think so. Actually there is nothing it can do, think or act on that would in any way do anything to me. It is simply a creation that I decided to create. I have no fear of it, nor do I want it to fear me. I hold no demands on it except to hold together like it is. It can't do anything to meet my needs, nor would I expect it to.
Imagine I made a clay figure....and I loved it so much I placed it on my kitchen table, so all could see my work of art. Would I expect it to give anything such as love, satisfaction or worship?
Would I demand my clay figure to do exactly as I tell it to? Would I write out what it must do to please me? (And make it hard for it to find my instructions?)
What if I created many clay figures? Made them all differently alike, two arms, and legs etc., and then, placed them on different places on my kitchen table. Would I choose some and make them my "chosen ones"?
What would be my basis? Anything they are is because of me. What kind of imposition could I have to even consider picking a few as the “chosen ones”? Would I choose based on where I placed them on my kitchen table? Or where I didn’t? Would I plan for destruction for any of my creations that I love?
I wouldn't, because I am on an entirely different level. A level of Creator, a level my full figures of clay creation cannot even begin to understand, nor would I expect them to.