I love this creation story best. In this version, God is pictured as a hands-on God who rolls some clay around, forms a man, blows into his nostrils the breath of life. One imagines God then creating all the other creatures of land and sea, planting a bounteous garden, then standing there, head cocked to one side in concentration, ascertaining if things were just so.
They weren’t, of course. There was no companion for man. So God conks out poor Adam, cuts open his chest, tears out a rib, and in one of God’s finer works, fashions a woman, Eve. Adam approves, and God knows that now, it is just so.
I love this hands-on God, the same God the psalmist portrays as a shepherd leading flocks of sheep to water and pasture. This God isn’t afraid to tinker with things to get it right. When I am off-kilter, this God is not the least bit hesitant to bonk me one, reshape me, cut off some rough edges, then send me back out there. This God never stops trying to shape me into the image of Jesus the Son. And one day, God will bring this work to perfect completion.
Thank you, God, for your continuous work in my life. May I reflect your glory. Amen. — DAB