Being Worthy

In my pursuit(s) of excellence, this is what I try to remember.


we have failed to notice

that we must put effort

into living a life

worthy of our

magnificently mysterious creation.


Let me define my terms here.

“We have failed to notice”

We forget. That is the simple answer. We forget about ourselves. We forget what it means for our life. We go about our lives, not seeing our legs move when we tell them too, not really noticing that our fingers type the letters we want them to type, our eyes adjust depending on the light level, the insanity of breathing – I mean, just for a second, imagine this: breath comes into our body, follows its path, enters our heart (we could talk about the heart too), pushes around in the heart, chemistry inserts the oxygen into our blood stream, it floats through our body, flowing from the top of our skull to the end of our toes (all of them), and then more breath comes in, and you don’t even have to tell your body to do that; from the second you are born, your body knows what to do with air. All this and more, we forget about. Until we stop for a second and feel the air in our nose – in breath, out breath.

“that we must put effort / into living a life”

Once we remember our breath and our fingers and our eyes, we must put effort into using it well. Your fingers were not made to curl into a fist and hurt another soul, no. Your fingers were made to curl into a fist around your mom’s finger when your brain was too little to know what you needed, but your fingers knew on their own so they curled around your mom’s finger, and she sighed. So when we finally remember what it feels like to be alive, we have to put our life to good use. We must live a life:

“worthy of our / magnificently mysterious creation.”

When you can grab a hold of your life, in your clenched fingers, remember your beginnings, because they are what will teach you to be worthy. The creation of humankind is a miracle. The work of a loving god, we were created out the ashes and the dust, with compassion ingrained in our DNA from our maker’s hands. Remember that you were magnificently and mysteriously created, “fearfully and wonderfully made” (Psalm 13:14) and through that we need to praise and do good work.

To conclude, because of our miraculous creation by a loving God, not pursuing excellence and not doing our best is denying our God due praise and denying ourselves a life of living out our astounding existence.

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8 thoughts on “Being Worthy

  1. Wonderful post 🙂 I absolutely loved your thorough examples of how we forget that we are living, that our fingers move on their own, that we breath and live without taking notice of it- and you spoke on the urgency of making these realizations. I loved the eloquence of your post, and the flow of ideas throughout, but also how you connected it all at the end. I would say a critique would be to expand more on the idea of excellence, after we have established we need to pursue excellence (because of our recognition of being created for a purpose, etc.) how do we go about doing this? Overall well done 🙂

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  2. Reid, this is stunning. I am always in awe of your writing. Seriously. I love how you start with a poem and then expand on it. Your poetry is so concise yet so rich. Your first paragraph is also especially poignant, with your description of breathing. I stopped for a moment and consciously thought about my breaths. The simple act of breathing is truly incredible, so thank you for drawing my attention to that. I love that your writing is so tangible, so relatable and applicable. Everyone can identify with breathing. Your thesis is clear and well-reasoned, a lovely summary of the post. For something to improve on, I would agree with Ashton that although you explain why we need to live an excellent life, you don’t actually define what an excellent life consists of or how we could go about living that way. You write, “Not pursuing excellence and not doing our best is denying our God due praise…” I suppose you define it as doing your best, but that’s still pretty ambiguous. This is a beautiful post, and I would love to read further about your ideas of pursuing excellence. Well done!

    ~Katie

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  3. Wow Reid! This is so beautiful and inspiring. Your poem drew me in, and then you captivated me with such beautiful prose. My favourite quote is, “Your fingers were not made to curl into a fist and hurt another soul, no. Your fingers were made to curl into a fist around your mom’s finger when your brain was too little to know what you needed, but your fingers knew on their own so they curled around your mom’s finger, and she sighed.” Your imagery is perfect here. I can literally picture this. I really don’t have any critiques, other than that there were a few typos and a spelling error. Really, really well done!

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