I have been thinking a lot this morning about how God is a curator, my curator. A curator is defined as a person in charge of a museum selecting and managing its contents. They choose the masterpieces to put on display and see the counterfeits for what they are – a cheap replica that has no real value. Legally, a curator is a guardian of a minor, lunatic, or other incompetent. Some days that may fit the description of God's job in my life a bit better than taking care of priceless art. But what really caught my attention this morning is the origin of the word. It comes from a 14th century Latin word cura which means to care for, attend to and is the same root that gave us the word "cure".
I think that God has His job cut out for Him in selecting and managing those things in me He wants to care for and attend to with the purpose of healing them and making them whole. The problem is that sometimes the painting He wants to attend to, a counterfeit that needs to burn or a masterpiece that needs some cleaning, refuses to leave its place on the wall. It seems as though I have inadvertently been too liberal with the super glue of entrenched ideas and sin. What a privilege it would be to be fully restored. To walk down the hall of my life and see masterpiece after masterpiece lined up and beautiful giving glory to God. Oh Lord help me stop getting in Your way. And thank You that You are stronger than super glue!
