Like each one of us, stained glass captures, refracts, and passes on a light that is not its own. God – in creativity and light and love and grace – speaks both into us and into the world through us.
art
God’s handiwork – discipleship as art
Here’s the question that is going through my spirit this morning: If I am an exhibit, representing God’s initiatives as an artist, how would the work be interpreted? What would my life say about the Creator? Is the work invitational?
the frescoes of West Jefferson – going beyond a surface image…
Then he took a loaf of bread, and when he had given thanks, he broke it and gave it to them, saying, “This is my body, which is given for you. Do this in remembrance of me.” And he did the… Read More ›
a few photographs from Chadds Ford (with a little help from Andrew Wyeth)
And can any of you by worrying add a single hour to your span of life? And why do you worry about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even… Read More ›
Ravenna, the Rubicon, and personal renaissance as an article of faith
Then Solomon began to build the house of the Lord in Jerusalem on Mount Moriah, where the Lord had appeared to his father David, at the place that David had prepared on the threshing floor of Ornan the Jebusite. He… Read More ›
life multiplied by life
LIFE: As a blogger, first and foremost, I’m a writer. “Life, Gratitude, Faith, & Passion” has been designed from the ground up as a vehicle for me to share words. One purpose is to put more people in touch with… Read More ›
Being our fabulous best – for God!
This morning – Advent Day 14 – I’d like to pick up again on the idea of “What can I give him, empty as I am” (See Dec 11 post, In The Bleak Midwinter). We all come equipped with gifts…. Read More ›
light, in four photographs
Sometimes I don’t post on my blog because I’m too busy, we’re traveling, the Internet is down, or I simply have nothing to write about. Then there are days like today, when my only excuse is playing golf. Unlike our… Read More ›
the world doesn’t read our PR material, it reads us
A tale told by a redeemed child of God, full of grace and mercy, signifying… everything (with apologies to The Bard). Thursday, Rebekah and I headed downtown to take in a show at Tampa’s Performing Arts Center. We made the… Read More ›
beauty, and the decision to move forward in promise
t’s unusual for me to feature someone else’s work in my postings. But something profound about Christmas jumped out at me this morning, and my thoughts immediately turned to some stunning artwork that I just have to share. Yesterday, during… Read More ›
