As I write this, my son is behind me, playing with his Legos. At least, that’s what it looks like from my perspective…
From his, he’s engaged in an intense battle between good and evil…complete with sound effects! Space ships are flying, droids are shooting, troopers are attacking, lightsabers are clashing and the fate of the galaxy hangs in the balance.
Isn’t it amazing what happens when you put some plastic blocks and little people in the hands of a 7 year old?
Isn’t the whole concept of imagination unbelievably holy?
A incredibly creative God created an incredibly creative people. We were created in His image, so it makes perfect sense that we reflect His creativity.
My son’s ability to look at some Lego blocks and imagine a vast galaxy of activity is pure imitation of the Creator’s ability to see a blank slate and envision a sun, moon, stars, planets, plants, animals and children.
Sadly, my son – like so many before him – is going to grow up and be pressured to put the Legos down and live in the “real world.” Voices will tell him to quit dreaming and simply see what’s right in front of him. Employers will point out that he’s paid to do a job, not to think. And he’ll be tempted to settle for a life of monotonous reality.
The reality is this: As he grows up, he’ll imitate what he sees me do. My voice will be the most influential in his life. If I dream, he’ll learn to dream. If I build, he’ll learn to build. The Legos will change into actual tools or written words or real people, but he’ll never stop dreaming and creating. Because his dad taught him to imitate the creative Creator.
How are you modeling creativity for the next generation? What are your “Legos?”