I am a Human...

I am a human. I am conscience. I have a body but I don't entirely know how it works. I have a brain and I don't really understand how that works. Come to think of it I don't understand a lot of things. I have many questions but few answers. And my brain will keep churning out questions which I won't get answers to. I have emotions, an infinite combination of them. I like to laugh; I sometimes want to cry. I am a createe, art, the work of a loving God. I bear His image. I don't really know what that means. He shaped me, formed me, breathed life into me; though I don't know the physical processes he used to do this. I was created perfect. But I sinned and continue to do so. The Artist's perfect creation has ruined itself. But the Artist didn't give up on me. The penalty for sin is death. The Artist should have fed me through the paper shredder and thrown me out with the morning trash. But this is not an an ordinary Artist. This Artist is everywhere. He always Was and always Will Be. He is One in Three Persons. He is Omnipotent and Omniscient. He is Love. He loves the unworthy art. He sent God the Son to earth to fulfill my punishment. He died in my place. He suffered for me. He was despised and rejected for me. So that I can have everlasting life. My sins have been paid for. The art is beautiful again. He did the same for you. It is a gift. He doesn't demand payment. Everlasting life is free. When given a gift, you must choose to accept it or to reject it. Well, have you chosen? If not, what will you choose?