Friday, March 30, 2012

the importance of art in the church...




I love 
    talking
with 
  my artist
friends... 

   I can relate
to them
    on a 
        completely 
different level 
   than 
anyone else... 

  We see 
the world
     in a way
that is 
   totally other... 

Jade and I
   were talking 
this morning
  about God's 
      artistic 
characteristics... 

   as Creator 
of the Universe, 
    
   as a 
      carpenter... 

about the fact 
   that art 
 is found 
        throughout 
Scripture... 

      music, 
dance, 
     craftmanship, 
poetry, 
        prophecy,
rhetoric, 
      parables... 

  ART. 

Why is it, 
     then, 
  that the church
seems to place
     little or no 
focus on art 
creativity? 

   Shouldn't 
         we
encourage 
      artists
to express 
       themselves
& use their 
      talents
to lift 
     the name 
of Jesus 
         high? 

 I think 
    many 
Christians
    are
      intimidated
by art... 
 
   because
       you can't 
put it in a box... 

    you can't 
confine 
     or 
       structure 
  it...

 just like 
    you can't 
put God
     in a box

or 
    confine Him
to manmade 
         theology...

 What would 
        happen, 
though, 
   if we 
      encouraged
and even further
   created an 
environment 
      conducive 
 to artists 
      in our communities
  & churches
to use 
    their unique, 
God-given
        gifts
to bring 
     glory to 
   God &
to bless 
    others?

   What would 
that look  
        like? 

Hmm... 

   a community
of artists, 
     coming 
together to 
    spend time
with 
      & 
        encourage 
each other
   to develop
& refine
    their passions
      & talents... 

to sit around
   & write, 
sing, 
    play, 
strum, 
     photograph,
paint, 
   &
   draw

together... 

  What an 
      honor
we have 
       been 
given... 

  to get 
to reflect 
  the artistic
nature
   of God, 

of Christ,

   to the world... 

  What a 
      responsibility! 

How can 
      we 
push
   those 
characteristics
     to the 
        background
of our lives? 

   How dare
we! 

    How dare
we try to 
  cover up 
what God 
     is trying 
to show
    & express 
through us! 

  We must 
embrace it, 
      harness it, 
refine it, 
    and utilize it... 

     so that
 we may 
     make Him 
known.



   





Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Learning how to live...



March 27th



     I was asked, 
           today
by a friend
    
      "How do you go from 
day to day life
watching everyone 
           live their lives 
complaining 
about worthless issues 
without 
being completely 
enraged?

I don't know how you do it."



    What my friend 
doesn't 
   know
is that this 
       has been a huge
struggle of mine 
for 
years... 

  There have been days, 
weeks,
   months even
where I 
    have found 
it hard 
  to even function... 

    knowing 
what I 
    know... 
having seen 
     and heard 
the things I have... 
        working towards 
   a solution
has
  consumed my
thoughts
  for years... 
My friends 
   have grown 
weary, 
   I am sure, 
of hearing me 
      rant... 
of me always 
   talking 
about heavy 
       issues... 
Even now, 
   it is very difficult
for me to 
     sit through 
conversations 
   that don't seem 
to ever 
   go anywhere... 

    that have 
no depth 
   or meaning...
 

     I have been 
so burdened by 
         the weight
of knowing... 
    knowing their pain
& heartache... 
    knowing the injustice... 
    "I want to hear things about 
you, from you sometimes..."
  he says,
    "Like senseless, 
useless stuff that don't matter,
          but do to you. 
I would like to hear them."

Hmm..  

    Taking time
to be in nature, 

    finding beauty 
in "ordinary" 
        moments... 

finding joy
   in loving 
the ones 
     around me.. 

seeing others
     find their 
passion... 
   getting lost... 
feeling the sun 
     on my skin
and the breeze 
  in my hair... 

    That is how I get by... 

     Finding beauty 
  in simplicity... 

                 in knowing 
that there is good
            in the world

and that peace lives. 




Monday, March 26, 2012

Dreams...




      Early morning coffee
                      ventures...

                Sweet melodies
      drifting throughout
                      the place
          coming from hidden
                        speakers... 

      the soft, golden 
               haze of 
                     morning
        outside the vast
                 wall of windows... 

            writing on an old 
                            napkin,
  
       reflecting
              on dreams
                   from
       the night before... 

              images flash
                   through
                       my mind... 

            the face of a 
                      tyrant...

       visions of children
                    running,

         hiding...
  
             but it is not
        a vision 
              I'm seeing 
                     from a 
                         distance... 

             I am 
                running too...

          hiding along with 
                      children
             in the dark... 

                and then

          noises
                  &
                     yelling



          then we
               are taken.




      I awake
             to the sound
       of an obnoxious 
                alarm clock

          in a  
              semi-conscious 
       state 
           of confusion... 

       I've never dreamed 
            of Africa 
                   before,

       as much as my 
             days and thoughts
                 are [and have been  
                           for years]
            consumed 
                by these children...

                    why now? 

         and then 
             I am fully awake
       
        & I come to 
               the realization: 

       these children
            have nightmares
       a hundred-fold 
              the intensity 
         of mine...

       they have had terror 
            so instilled in 
         them
            by rebel leaders...

                   the traumas
      they have experienced
           haunts them 
      night
            &
              day... 



        no child
             should live
                     in fear
  
            & further still, 

         not even be
              able to
     escape it 
           in their sleep... 


     May they soon 
           know a time
       of peace... 

           where they sing
        & dance
               by day... 

                    and dream 
            sweet dreams
       by night


                  unafraid. 










                                   

                                                                          "We are the children who need peace, 
                                                                       are looking for peace, 
                                                                                    with voices of peace..."
                                                                                                - former LRA child soldier 



                                                                                               "However long the night, 
                                                                                        the dawn will break." 
                                                                                                     - African proverb






Sunday, March 25, 2012

Getting lost in the music...




I had forgotten
how it felt
to get lost in
the music...

There's no other
feeling
quite like it... 

to feel the 
music

in 
all over
your body... 

to let it move
you... 

energy flowing 
through your
veins
from head
to 
toe... 

foot tapping,        
head bobbing

until 

your whole 
body
is consumed
by it... 

bass 
thumping, 
drums 
kicking, 
electric guitar 
shredding... 

taking you
to
another 
place... 

soaking in 
the
energy 
from the 
musicians'
own...

their 
anticipation,
thrill,
and love
for music
overflowing...

 I
let myself
be 
carried away
by the 
music
once again.




Saturday, March 24, 2012

Thoughts on Heaven...



What if
     God

gave us 
    our specific, 
               unique

     passions, personality
                  & talents

not only to use
     in this fleeting
         life, 

but also
   [and quite possibly]
         primarily 
  for His unique
purposes for us
     in heaven
for the rest of 
   eternity? 

Could it be 
           possible

that I'll get 
       to paint
in the gardens 
   in His presence
forever? 

   Will I get to
dance before Him, 

   twirling in the 
         showers of 
      pink petals
falling from 
        trees 
so majestic, 

     beside crystal 
waters... 

       Will I get to sit
around with my 
   dear ones, 

      as well as 
the ancients

   & talk 
         about 
how God worked 
       in our 
short lives on earth;

     how he carried 
us through 
          hard times
    &
 used them 
        to build our 
character
      and to strengthen 
  us; 

   how His presence 
carried us through
    our darkest nights...

 how we saw Him 
       work in 
           others' lives... 

Will I get to 
      sit 
   at the feet 
       of the 
Congolese children
    we worked for, 
listening to story 
      after story
 of how 
       Jesus 
saved them 
     from captivity... 

 myself, only having 
     caught but a 
glimpse of this
    [as I was rescued from 
a darkness, a captivity 
   that is not so 
easily seen to most...],

   they experienced this 
in a very 
      tangible
           way... 

 Oh God, 
     if I could 
        just sit at 
their feet for the
    rest of eternity! 

 I could paint 
     pictures
          of your salvation, 
& grace
       & mercy
for all eternity... 


  Oh God, 

      make yourself known
to my dear ones
        in a very tangible 
             way... 

Above all, 
     I want 
         to see
them for all eternity... 

   to praise you
for bringing them 
      out of darkness... 

for showing your
    unconditional, 
         unfailing love
             for them... 




     My thoughts 
have been turned 
        towards death
           &
            eternity
as of late... 

 I do not 
      fear
          death; 

quite the contrary, 
      I welcome it

though, 
     I feel that 
         mine 
will not be 
     a peaceful 
            one... 

God, 
    prepare me 
for the rest of eternity... 

  use me now for Your
glory; 
          to bring men 
               unto Yourself; 

& do not delay in 
       bringing me home
to rest in Your presence.

                    Amen.