As a human being, it seems natural to want to learn more about yourself. Why you are the way that you are, what you really enjoy, who you have been created to be.

But some see this as selfish. "Fleshy," if you will.

To focus on ourselves, even if it is not our central focus, seems to warrant condemnation from those who see their lives as focused on a higher something, something that isn't in the world, the world that they consider defiled and broken.

And yet, is it selfish?

Is it "wrong" to learn about ourselves?

To learn our Enneagram number, our Myers-Briggs calculation, our Strengthsfinder, or the myriad of other self-discovery tools available by popular demand today. Is that not okay? Is that too worldly?

What if...?

What if in learning about ourselves, we are learning about God?

What if we are not being "selfish" or "focusing only on the flesh," but we are seeking our Maker?

Even those who claim to be non-religious have it in their bones, this desire to know and be known.

Is not the artist much more interesting? Doesn't the artist hold much more depth at the end of the day?

Their artwork is a window into their heart.

We are the artwork.

Our Maker is the artist.

We are all interested in our individual paintings, or the paintings of others.

But in exploring the painting, we are given insight into who the painter is.

Looking to the Ultimate, through the penultimate, we can be discovered and we can discover.

At the end of the day, regardless of whether we see it or not, we are not just learning about ourselves.

We are learning about our Maker.

And that is pretty spectacular.