Christianity preaches the infinite worth of that which is seemingly worthless and the infinite worthlessness of that which is seemingly so valued.
Why do we strive mightily for what ultimately has no worth or meaning? We spend too much of our lives accumulating that which cannot last, blinded to the reality of our inherent worth from the moment we came to be.
We are worthy because we are His, created for His Glory, illuminated by His Light.
It’s that simple: we bloom.
God loves each of us as if there were only one of us to love.
When I am one of so many
there can be nothing special
to attract attention
When I blend into the background
among a multitude of others,
indistinct and plain,
common as grains of sand
There is nothing to hold me up
as rare, unique,
worthy of extra effort.
Yet it is not about my worth,
my work, my words;
it is about His infinite capacity
to love anything formed
by the touch of His vast hand,
by the contraction of His immense heart,
by the boundlessness of His breath
I were the only one.