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Artists: the original hipsters.

You’re in a city with tons of sites to see.  The whether is beautiful.  There are landmarks all around.  You can eat great food.  You can go to a trendy microbrewery or sample expensive wines and pretend you can taste the hint of oak.  Or, you can go to a museum and stare at old paintings or weird sculptures that you don’t understand.

I’ll take the museum, especially if I can be by myself.  Some indie music, my headphones, an art museum and a couple hours to burn are the makings for an afternoon of relaxation and inspiration for me.

I’ve always been enamored with artists.  The imagination, the innovation, the creativity, the expression, the interpretation.  I love it all.  I love the feeling I get when I am around art.  It’s kinda like the feeling you might get when hanging out in Barnes & Noble.  We immediately feel cultured and have an instant craving for some French-pressed coffee (I really don’t even know what that means.)

Artists invoking emotion were the original trolls on the internet.  Paint-stained clothes were the original skinny jeansStylistic development was the original meme creation Artist were hip before hipsters thought artists were hip.

In the late 1990s B.C. (before college), most of my friends didn’t care all that much about art.  In college, I was an art major, so for a while I was surrounded by people who also loved art.  But now, most of my friends have a passing interest at best.  Some appreciate the fact that art exists, but for the most part, they admittedly “don’t get it.”


I took this photo of Mark Rothko’s No. 14 at the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art in 2012.  I stood the allotted 18 inches from it and was overwhelmed by the piece.  I had seen it many times in art history books, art publications and websites, but its beauty in person was shocking.  The painting is about 9.5′ X 8.75′.  The experience of investigating the piece is quite unique.

First, you enter the room and your attention is grabbed by this monster.  Then you’re drawn to it like a Kardashian to a camera.  As you move in closer, more and more of your peripheral is consumed by the colors.  Eventually, you’re standing directly in front of it, focusing on the brush strokes, on the blending of color and, at that point, questioning your existence altogether.  This Rothko consumes you, just like Cameron from Ferris Bueller’s Day Off was consumed by Seurat’s A Sunday on La Grande Jatte.  See what I mean?

Somewhere between gawking at the painting and thinking “I could have done this,” you start moving back away from the piece.  Eventually, it dawns upon you that you just became part of the artwork. This is exactly the intent of the artist.  In the photo I shot above, the guy pictured has made himself part of the artwork just as tens of thousands before him did the same. 

My relationship with God has followed the same pattern as my viewing of art.  There are times that I am drawn in to a particular lesson, Scripture verse or sermon and I want to go deeper.  I want to learn more.  I want to do more.  So, as my curiosity piques, I start to engulf myself more.  I move closer and closer to God.  I examine.  I wonder.  I absorb.  I pray.

Eventually, I move away.  Now, I’m not saying that I physically move away from God or try to distance myself from his will in my life.  Rather, I critique and analyze the lessons or revelations I just learned.  I think I do a decent job of assessing what God is doing in my life.  However, I think I do a relatively poor job of breaking down Scripture.

In college, we were taught how to critique artwork.  There were four fundamental steps that we can also apply to how we read Scripture and assess its meaning/application in our lives.


Art – Who created it?  What is it made of?  What is the subject?  What stands out?  What are the colors?

Scripture – What does this Scripture say?  Who said it?  When did this happen?  Where did the events occur?  What is the context?


Art – Look at the colors, shapes, lines, shadows, white space

Scripture – Consider the themes of the passage.  Was the intent to motivate, educate, warn or inspire?  Is the passage positive or negative?  Does it use metaphors or parables or reference other passages?


Art – What is the purpose of the piece?  What does the artwork mean to you?  Why did the artist use certain materials?

Scripture – Go deeper into the purpose of the passage.  Look at other translations.  Consider what some of the key words meant in Latin/Greek.  Why was this written?


Art – What is the meaning of the piece?  Does it make you happy, angry, convicted, challenged, offended?

Scripture – How can I apply the lessons of this passage to my life?  How does this make me feel?

This stuff is hard.  I’m not about to pretend that I do this regularly.  I frustrate myself with the amount of time I don’t spend digging in to Scripture.  I assume that I understand the concepts when I read a passage, but moments later I can’t remember any of it.  It takes accountability to consistently analyze Scripture.  It takes the willingness to put in your ear buds and isolate yourself for a period of time.

I can only aspire to be engulfed in Scripture like I was with the Rothko painting or Cameron was with Seurat.  I want to see each word for what its true purpose is in the passage just like I might consider each brush stroke in a painting.

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I Spy Something Jesus-y

Photography is precious to me. 

Creating something beautiful results in an amazing feeling.  It makes you feel alive.  It makes you feel proud to have actually made something.

Photography is also an incredible form of worship.  What better way of honoring God than by capturing moments in time that He created?  Photography is not possible without light.  After all, photography is fundamentally the studying and capturing of light.  Even at night, in what would typically be called ‘pitch black’, with a long enough shutter, you can still capture some light.  Eventually, light prevails.

Our culture is filled with darkness.  Finding those moments, those emotions, those fleeting sunsets is a way to preserve beauty, hope and light.

On a trip several years ago, I was on traveling underground on a tunnel car in a foreign city.  The tunnel was filled with lights and there were a couple of those inflatable-wavy-arm things that sit outside cell phone stores and car lots.

I braced my camera against my body while resting it on a handrail because of the low light and shot periodically as we moved along.  As I walked back above ground, I noticed this image:

ImageI froze in my tracks and immediately zoomed in on my display screen.  Now, I’m not saying I captured the Virgin Mary on my grilled cheese, but check out that upper left corner.

As to not skew the response, I showed the image to some friends and asked what they saw.  Everyone said “Jesus with a crown of thorns.”  Here’s a side-by-side rotated comparison.Image

Now, do I actually believe that God said, “I declare the image of my son to appear in this camera!”  No, of course not.  But, I do think that it’s awesome to have captured something that reminds me Jesus is the King to those people and is a light in a dark, dark place.

Greater things are yet to come in that city.


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