The Gifts God Gave Us

Where does art come from? How is it delivered? How is it received? How does the brain "go away" while the artist works? Does time become a different dimension during that process?

The art, the delivery of it, the reception of it, the brain's occupation and time's dimension during the process are all gifts that God has given.

Arts come from inside a person and involves all parts human: heart, soul, mind, body. It is delivered with paint and other materials manipulated, with words written, with steps danced with or without music, with the scenes and accoutrements of a play, and with the tones and timbre of rhythm and musical instruments and voice. The brain goes to sacred places during the art process. Only God Himself, the Creator of it all, enables these creative messages from artists. The artists could be called the little creators.
Time expands when the manipulations and creations unfold, when the little creators work.

The art of the little creators in all their media can glorify Him who made them. Will you? Shall we? Must we? Yes, for the groundswell is begun. The wave of art and faith is building and we ride it because the little creators are hard at work, producing art that unbelievers can read with their eyes and their ears and their hearts, and they can begin to know God. That's what the gifts are for. These art works are sacred. Thanks, Creator God!

Here's the Deal

Here's the deal. Life and death keep coming, day in and day out. Since I got here, lessons came and while some stuck, some eluded my ownership. Rebecca McIntosh O'Dell died this week and you should look at the minuscule video on Facebook about her. She lived and taught the truth and loved really well.

She learned to survive brain cancer while her husband progressed from mysterious stiffness to death itself. She survived his death and seven years past her prognosis. In their dying they both lived their faith with a joy unmatched by most.

Joy is not the absence of suffering but is the presence of God. That joy is sacred. The knowledge of God is sacred. We can compose ourselves in the face of life. We can acknowledge the sacred and search for the knowledge of God. Are not peace and joy the goal?

I know I learned from Rebecca once and for all that God is absolutely not a kill-joy or a backhand when I sin. He doesn't count my missteps, although I will be accountable for them one day. He enriches my life with His presence. He has welcomed Rebecca home now and waits to welcome me some day.

That's the deal. We believe and we go home to God.