Mr. Mathisen: Boys and girls, did you know that God knows you better than anybody else in the whole world?
Stanley: Are you sure? My friend Elwood knows me pretty good.
Mr. Mathisen: Stanley, God knows you better than Elwood. He knows you better than your sister Susie, He knows you better than even your Mom or Dad.
Stanley: Whoa, that must be pretty well! How come God knows me so well? Has He been watching me from behind a bush? Is there a camera somewhere around here? Is He watching me now?
Mr. Mathisen: OK, Stanley, slow down. No, God isn’t watching you from behind a bush or on a camera somewhere. He knows you that well because He made you.
Stanley: What? I thought that my Mom made me.
Mr. Mathisen: Well, she did help by carrying you around for nine months, but it was God who made you.
Stanley: Didn’t my Dad help? I always that he helped.
Mr. Mathisen: Yes, your Dad helped too, but it was God who made you.
Stanley: How do you know that? Where you there? You are awful old…and fat…and bald.
Mr. Mathisen: Hey! That’s not nice, Stanley.
Stanley: I’m sorry.
Mr. Mathisen: Well, let me tell you how I know. King David tells us about it in Psalm 139. Let me read some of it to you. King David is talking about God here:
You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother’s womb.
Thank You for making me so wonderfully complex! Your workmanship is marvelous—how well I know it.
You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion, as I was woven together in the dark of the womb. You saw me before I was born. Every day of my life was recorded in Your book. Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed. (Psalm 139:13-16)
Stanley: Wow! You were right! He made me! I think He did a really good job, don’t you?
Mr. Mathisen: Yes, I do Stanley. When somebody makes something, they know it pretty well. But is that the only reason God knows you. Do you think that He knows all about you just because He made you?