Saturday, 4 March 2023

The Art of Prayer, Part 11

   "So Christ has truly set us free." Galatians 5:5

  If we are free, then we can live in that freedom.
  (Smile.) Easily written, not so easily done.
  Why is that?
  Because there are evil forces at work which would have us bound by laws and lies. The enemy of our soul wants to keep us as far away from Jesus as possible. He doesn't want us. He's in it  for the utter satisfaction he finds in driving us away from God's community. He doesn't want us to learn about love or joy. He doesn't want us to know we are not alone in the sorrows and trials that are so much a part of mortal life. 
  Most of all, he doesn't want us to explore and embrace God's gifts; those gifts given to us for the glory of God and God alone.

  The last several posts have been about the obstacles in the way of allowing Art to be a form of prayer. I get it. I get that you doubt or are unsure. I get that you have an inner art critic...critics by the way are NOT artists any more than a food critic is a chef. (I just got an image of what a critic looks like beneath their suave sophistication and urban slickness...it ain't pretty.)
 
 Today is a good a day as any to start seeking, knocking and asking. 
 Today is a good day to find a sacred place, a table, a comfy chair, and pick up a pencil and take the lies, the strongholds, by storm, one picture at a time.
  One image speaks a thousand words of praise and power. (Remember, stick people are humble but mighty message bearers.)
  One image is all it takes for the gates of self doubt to crumble. (Colour your thumb with a marker and transfer your thumbprint to a piece of paper. What a work of art! Utterly unique and unlike no other!)
  One image. (Draw the number one.)
  One. 
  One is a beginning.
  
 

  I ordered my business cards. 250 of them. (Imagine, the audacity!) But I couldn't resist the image on the website...it's perfect!



  
  Beginnings happen every day.


  

   
  


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