I have recently started folding pages. It’s like origami, but uses entire books. My most recent endeavor is shown above. It’s an old CRC Handbook of Chemistry and Physics. It took me around eleven hours to do the more than 10,000 folds necessary to make it look just the way I wanted.
As my wife can sadly attest to, I tend to have conversations with inanimate objects. And with eleven hours to kill, that book and I had some lengthy conversations. The main one went something like this:
Me: It’s so nice to see you. I can’t tell you how excited I am to get started on this.
Book: Get started on what?
Me: Page folding. I’m going to make you into something beautiful.
Book: But I’m a handbook of chemistry of physics, I’m one of the most useful books on the planet!
Me: Exactly, I know you are an incredibly useful book, but I want to mold you into something more!
Book: Okay, I guess you can get started.
(Mike starts folding pages)
Book: Are you done yet? It’s getting a little painful with all of those changes you’re making to my pages.
Me: I know it hurts, but it’s going to take a while. Trust me, it will be worth it.
(Mike continues folding pages)
Book: I’m done. I’ve been patient, I’ve let you do your thing, but this is getting ridiculous.
Me: Please hang on. We’re almost there. If you could only see the vision I have for you…
(Mike folds the final page)
Me: There, I’ve finally made you into what I had envisioned.
Book: Wow, I had no idea. I was content to sit on the shelf and gather dust, but you’ve made me into something amazing.
Me: You were always amazing, I just helped you to see it.
I hesitate to cast myself in the role of our Heavenly Father, but I feel that he is doing the same thing with each of us. We are often content to remain the way we are, but He sees the wonder within us. C.S. Lewis expresses this far better than I:
“Imagine yourself as a living house. God comes in to rebuild that house. At first, perhaps, you can understand what He is doing. He is getting the drains right and stopping the leaks in the roof and so on; you knew that those jobs needed doing and so you are not surprised. But presently He starts knocking the house about in a way that hurts abominably and does not seem to make any sense. What on earth is He up to? The explanation is that He is building quite a different house from the one you thought of – throwing out a new wing here, putting on an extra floor there, running up towers, making courtyards. You thought you were being made into a decent little cottage: but He is building a palace. He intends to come and live in it Himself.”