Sometimes, late at night when sleep escapes me and when my eyes tire of reading, I slip out to the living room and turn on the television. There, in the wee hours of the morning, I find familiar friends from decades ago. Old episodes of MASH, Gomer Pyle, and Andy Griffith bring back memories of simpler times.
The other night I watched an episode of Perry Mason. Someone had murdered a shopkeeper, and the police quickly created a roster of suspects. Of course, one of the first things the officers found at the scene was the murder weapon, a pistol with fingerprints. Those fingerprints enabled Perry to narrow the list of suspects down to a single young man. I headed off to bed knowing that once again Perry Mason had caught his man.
The next morning, I woke up and reflected on how fingerprints reveal the identity of the one who leaves them behind for others to find. Everywhere we look about us, God has left His fingerprints on our world. They are evident in the beauty of a sunset. We see them in the intricate structure of a leaf falling from a tree. And He has left His imprint on each one of us.
As you go about your work today, may all you do reveal to others the fingerprints of your Maker.
