Just a few minutes ago I was listening to Fingerprints of God, by Steven Curtis Chapman.
Every time I hear that song it makes me think, do people see the fingerprints of God on me? Can they see that he made me, and that I am his. That I believe in him, and worship him? I sure hope so.
Yesterday was the first day of the county fair for us. Since a few of the family members had entered something we decided to go see how they did and check everything else out.
To tell you the truth, I do not see any of my Lords fingerprints on someone who is showing more skin then needs to be seen, has more then I can count body piercings, with a purple mohawk.
I don’t see anything in that person that glorifies God. I don’t see his fingerprints anywhere that say, "I molded this person into who he is. He is my creation."
All I see is Satan’s work, and I don’t know about you, but I would much rather have God’s thumb print on my forehead, then Satan’s.
Who’s fingerprints are on you?
