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Here we go!!! The Advent season is upon us....is His creative army ready to take up arms and splash the world with color, creativity and the light of the Gospel?
In a dark world, where times are chaotic and confusing- our "job" is clear- to spread the gospel to a hurting world.
Are you in? Will you join us?
I have a challenge for us all....Christmas is a season when the world seems to slow down and there is good will toward men. Let's take this Advent season to salt our world, and pray that a seed might be planted in the softened heart of those He chooses to bless. Advent starts November 29 and ends December 24th....would you join me in committing to releasing, at least, one salt leak per day during Advent? What if the love of the Christmas Season changed our hearts, as well as those in the world? Anyone in? That would be one leak per day, uploading your salt leak pic here..let's bless the world with the Gospel!
I do many workshops and work many retreats. I, invariably, hear - at EVERY event I work: "I am not creative", "I can't draw a stick figure". I hear it again and again, in all areas of the country and the world. I AM NOT CREATIVE.
I look at the greatest attacks on the children of God and realize that our enemy is concentrating a lot on the creative minds, and hearts of His children.
Why such a full frontal assault on the creative? This past weekend I was with two other artists as we pondered and thought through our role at Encouragement Cafe, 91.3 Joy FM. We spoke of the Tower of Babel and how God intersected human pride and scattered us through language.
And then it hit.
Color is a universal language. It speaks to everyone, without words. Beauty speaks and it requires no translator. It is the universal language- of course, the enemy would want to shut it down. Shut down the creative and you shut down a language that intersects the darkness, through color and light. Remember that black is devoid of color, white embraces all of the colors. Shut down the creative and you shut down the use of light and color as it pierces into the darkness.
John 1:4-6: "The Word gave life to everything that was created and His life brought LIGHT to everyone. The light shines in the darkness and the darkness can never extinguish it."
So, today, I whisper into your heart - that you serve a creative God - you were made to be creative. Rise up creative Army of the Most High and take a stand against the darkness. Beauty Matters- speak the language of color, shatter the darkness, and salt your world with His love.
In Romania we served the elderly, through Elder Orphan Care. Imagine your parents out on the street, through a cold European winter. Imagine the frostbite settling in and the feeling going out of their limbs. Imagine the sleepiness that takes over the senses. Now, if you would join me in imagining the rats that feed on such victims, nibbling on frozen limbs through the long hours of the night. Imagine your parents and grandparents waking up to the horror of seeing their limbs frozen and gnawed on and the horror as their legs are amputated. There is a man in Romania who was watching TV one night in Dumbravya, Romania. The news caster spoke of two elderly that had frozen to death on the streets of Oradea. He had a choice. He could have turned the channel, turned off the TV and “said a prayer” – or- he could act. He chose to act. He hit the streets and found elderly and took them into his home. He rescued, and continues to rescue, the elderly and frail from the streets. At this point, he is serving 161 elderly and frail through the countryside villages in Romania. We get to partner with him when we go to Romania and encourage him. He is the one that lives there and lives with the everyday demands of rescue. We are a small respite that wishes to encourage and partner with him. If you are interested you can learn more about “Elder Orphan Care” on Fb, https://www.facebook.com/ElderOrphanCare?fref=ts
In the months of preparation of our trip, we prayed into what our focus would be. In the past we have brought eyeglasses so that – literally – the blind could see. This did not feel like the focus of the trip. Through prayer we kept landing on “art” and “shoes”. With 160 elderly, of all different physical and cognitive capabilities- I had no idea how to roll out an art aspect! The Lord provided answers in little steps. First, we purchased watercolor kits, inexpensive watercolors, and cheap brushes. With a sharpie marker, I printed out 160 different Romanian words: Jesus loves me and Praise the Lord!. I had an art bag packed and ready to go, not sure how it would play out and if it would be received well. These were children’s watercolor kits- would I be insulting? Would they “go for it”?
I was there with one purpose and one passion, because BEAUTY MATTERS. Beauty pierces through the darkness and brings hope. A single rose is a protest against the violence, poverty, disease that is all around it. Color is the presence of LIGHT, in dancing hues. Blackness is not a color – it is void of color. To bring color into the soul is to bring LIGHT into the darkness.
Let me take you to the moving moments when the art bag was opened and color was released out into the world. There were gnarled hands, incapacitated from a stroke. There were trembling hands that shook. There were those that couldn’t even sit up in bed. Protests against the light were many – in the words of our translator: “We will not take no for an answer!” The paints were given out and we all stood and sat by each bedside. Sometimes we gathered in the garden, and other times we gathered in the lobby of their homes. Either way, paintbrushes were put into gnarled hands and encouraging words were spoken. Men with big hands, that had worked their whole lives- dwarfed the little paintbrushes- engulfing the tool of light so that it was almost not visible. And……they….painted.
Smiles played on their lips and sparkles could be seen in their eyes. It was if they had INGESTED the color, they were radiating out this message of life and light and color. We all wept to see the transformation that a simple pan of watercolors could bring.
One man, Rudolph, spoke gibberish constantly. He has been waiting for his mother to come and get him for years. We put the watercolors in front of him and he continued to babble and gesture wildly. One member of our team, took his hand and placed it around the brush. At the darkness often does, it protests against incoming light. He gestured, his eyes told the story that he believed he couldn’t do it. With patience, each stroke was laid on with the help of a team mate. His breathing slowed, his focus sharpened. She let go of his hand. HE continued on. He took a deeeeep, deeeep breath, almost breathing in the light and the color into his soul and continued on in silence- finishing the entire painting by himself.
And we wept to see the beauty find victory over the darkness.
One man couldn’t do it, though we tried and tried to convince him. Another member of the team sat by his bed and did it for him, while he watched in fascination. One might say that the beauty failed him, that beauty couldn’t pierce through his darkness. When we all left his room, a member of the team stayed behind and caught a picture of him, holding the little painting before him, soaking in the color and the light- as beauty pierced into the darkness and shattered the night of the soul.
And we wept for the goodness of beauty and a God that works in such an intimate way
A Gospel spreading, mixed media artist...out to love the world through the salt of creative expression