Show Don't Tell: Genesis 2:4-7

Instead of saying "God formed man from dust," get your congregation's hands dirty. Feel the earth before rain—not sand, not mud, but something in between. Dry, waiting, barren ground that has never known a gardener. Mist rises from somewhere below, dampening the surface just enough to work with. Now watch the Creator crouch low. Divine hands press into common dirt. This isn't the effortless speaking of chapter one; this is intimate, intentional, slow. Fingers shape a form—the curve of a skull, the architecture of a ribcage, legs that will walk, hands that will work. The sculpture lies still. Beautiful but lifeless. Then the Creator bends close—close enough that this is a kiss of sorts—and breathes. Feel the rush of divine breath entering those new lungs. Watch the clay flush with color. The first heartbeat. The first blink.