Movements of Uncertain Hands

The following is a creative piece in which HU student Jordan Lynden considers her journey and purpose as a follower of Christ. To learn more about the resources available at Huntington University to discover your calling and develop your unique potential, visit the Center for Spiritual Formation and the Friesen Center for Service and Experiential Learning.

Walking along my tapestry of decisions, I wonder what my final image will be once I run out of string? Unless my hands are snatched prematurely, I commit to an uncertain design.

Turning grey over colors, materials, and attempted patterns, surely this work will be something worth displaying. I strain and stall to be sure whatever shapes I form, with or without intention, neither offend nor fail to exhibit my incomplete definition of correct. Yes, this work is ultimately for our father upstairs, but I hesitate with the indefinite number of other tapissiers I know now and later, standing behind me. I weave what I understand, but I cannot be sure I understand. Art without meaning is empty. So then, what meaning should fill my relics? Is this substance paper thin the longer I adjust its figure? Are my tactics alone enough to project an authentic self? The Appraiser is beyond deception, and His word is absolute.

We are all set on constructing our magnum opuses alongside struggling to perfect our craft. These hands weather away, eroding to the base of the hourglass. Whether I deplete my resources or find my string suddenly cut, I can only hope to leave an adequately complete piece when the time comes.