This book was a feast. It will inspire you to create, however that looks for you, and dive into Scripture anew with an artist’s eye. A good half of the book is addressing sorrow and what that does for the artist in us, should we press through it. He shares his own journey of walking through the aftermath of 9/11 and what Elliott’s Four Quartets did for him through that season. He takes a good look at Mary and Martha, Lazarus, and the tears of Christ. There is no area of our lives where the tentacles of imagination and creativity do not touch. There is no separation, especially for the Christian. He points to where we go wrong, how we are focused on an apocalyptic end instead of having eyes to see and focus on the new creation.
Some quotes:
The Spirit does not read labels. In other words, the word Christian, used as a mere label, does not mean anything to the Holy Spirit who hovers near people who authentically, earnestly wrestle with truth, beauty, and goodness.
In order to be a sower of the kingdom each of us must become a farmer poet.
Just like the art of kintsugi, what once was broken is repaired, not to highlight its flaws, but to celebrate them as a part of what is to become beautiful.
God, for some mysterious reason, waits upon human making, and chose to use our ability to make bread and wine to reveal Jesus’ resurrected presence known at the table of the Eucharist. Imagine that. The resurrected Christ waits until we create...
Christian imagination today obsesses over the end rather than scanning for the new creation in our midst.
Let us reclaim creativity and imagination as essential, central, and necessary parts of our faith journey.
Let us remember that we are sons and daughters of God, the only true Artist of the Kingdom of abundance. We are God’s heirs, princes and princesses of this infinite land beyond the sea where heaven will kiss the earth. May we steward well with what the creative King has given us, and accept God’s invitation to sanctify our imagination and creativity. Even as we labor hard on this side of eternity may our art, what we make, be multiplied in the new creation. May our poems, music, and dance be acceptable offerings for the cosmic wedding to come. May our sand castles, created in faith, be turned into permanent grand mansions in which we will celebrate the banquet of the table. Let us come and eat and drink at the supper of the lamb now, so that we might be empowered by this meal to go into the world to create and to make and to return to share what we have learned on this journey towards the new.