Look at the tips and marvel. There are little mazes inscribed on them, squiggly lines that spin in circles.
Our identity is in those squiggly lines. I still remember my elementary school trip to the police station and pressing my thumb onto a wet pad of navy ink. And then I got to stamp it onto a piece of paper.
"There is no finger print like that," they told me.
I am unique. The squiggly lines make me like no other.
The infinite creativity of an omniscient God strikes me anew. Our finger tips bear an indelible mark of our individuality. I am different than you, and my fingers - my fingers - display that.
God's creativity is unspeakably imaginative. Have you ever looked in a mirror at your own eyes? How can my eyes look so similar to yours, yet our faces look totally different? How can two browns be so alien? How can our eyes be unique?
God formed us for His glory, to display His greatness. He knit us together in our mothers' wombs. He made us as individuals.
That's why I can't change my gender.
That's why I can't change my race.
Thank God for the way that He made you - totally unique, yet fashioned in a way that reflects His creative beauty. And even when the world mocks, laughs, and rails against you, celebrate it.
Photo courtesy of Flickr Creative Commons and Dale Martin.