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.
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?
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 ›
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 ›
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 ›
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 ›
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 ›