Sometimes words just aren’t enough to convey the expressions of our emotions, our hearts, our spirits. Art has the power to touch those deep places in our souls in a way words can’t fully explain; it speaks a language of its own. This is the wonder of Art.
Although countless studies confirm its extraordinary effects and benefits, the vast number of people who devalue the importance of art is saddening. For many, it goes like this: they associate art with artists, and artists with financial instability, and financial instability with being unsuccessful. Thus, art is less important than all these other things that make us so-called “successful.”
First of all, money is a tool, but not the measure of success. Also, art need not be associated with those who rely on art for financial sustenance. But most importantly, those who think this way have missed the whole point. Art is so much more than a painting or black and white notes on a page.
The Merriam-Webster Online Dictionary defines art as “something that is created with imagination and skill and that is beautiful or that expresses important ideas and feelings.”
Art isn’t just something found in silent, cold museums. It’s all around us, and it communicates to us in ways spoken language cannot.
I cannot imagine a world without art. In this fallen world in which we live, God’s own art whispers hope into our souls.
Some days I feel as though I’m going in circles, my world revolving around responsibilities and duties that seem to have no real purpose. But a blue sky or a tiny flower along the sidewalk can catch my eye, and when I let myself admire it, my focus gets clearer, and I remember life is more than what I’ve let it become.
There’s an invigorating, refreshing power in creation. Through His own art, God shows us a part of Himself; He gives us a glimpse of divine goodness. Art is revealing and wonderful and dangerous in that way—part of the artist is revealed through the work, and this revelation runs deeper than surface-level.
God is the ultimate Artist, and since we were made in His image, He granted us the ability to create as well. The least we can do is glorify Him by admiring His work and also by admiring His beauty revealed through us as we create.
You may or may not consider yourself an artist, but everyone can benefit from admiring art. Our world, so full of vanity and injustice, can seem a lonely shade of gray, but when you begin to open up your eyes to the beauty in the world around you, you’ll find that the world isn’t all rainclouds. It’s actually quite beautiful, bursting with color.
Rick Warren (via thecrosswasenough)
Good to remember.
"Till I die I’ll sing this song
On the shores of Babylon
Still looking for a home
In a world where I belong.”
"O Lord, we have waited for You…"
While I want to enjoy them, I know in the back of my mind these candles are melting away, just like time is always ticking away in the back of our minds. All we can do is make the most of it all before it’s gone.
From the secular world to the Christian subculture, one thing is certain: we love to think about, to dream about and to talk about marriage, and we almost always have something to say….
"We have to overcome the fear that when they see the depths of who we are, they’ll leave. But what we give up is nothing in comparison to what this kind of friendship gives us." ~ Shauna Niequist
Especially in music, there will always be critics who would analyze and assail the song rather than sing. But do not be afraid of the pragmatist or the math. These rest only on the surface of the immense ocean of life and death beneath. Poetry runs deeper than prose, it’s bursting into song.
Music is deep. Powerful. Important. Love Jon Foreman’s insight.
Becoming a father has made me a softy.
I mean, I was a crier even before I had kids, but now?
I was choking up watching a Subaru commercial last night.
A Subaru commercial?! Seriously?
I know, I know.
My man point stock is crashing with every key stroke,
but before you condemn my…
#words #perspective #maketodaycount
What is worth my time? I stress over this stuff that all my life I’ve thought was important, but when I think about it, maybe it’s not that important after all.
Teach me Lord to number my days. Show me wisdom; give me prudence to know what deserves my time.
My heart aches for every moment to be full of purpose. I know my purpose is found in simply worshiping God and living for Him, but, well, I guess it’s just my own ideas of what purpose is that I long for.
I want only the truly important and lasting things like love, family, nature, beauty, and none of the commonplace, like oceanography homework.
But life is made up of them both together— the wheat and the tares— and I suppose sometimes we don’t recognize which are which until later down the road of life.
I guess we have to choose to focus on the beauty, on that which is pure and lovely, to seek and find it among the dullness of everyday life.
Surely there is beauty in today, but how can I find it when I must write a five-page comparative analysis? Must I ignore that which is lasting and beautiful until I have time for it?
If I do, I shall never give it time, because there is always something else that “must” be done.
What’s more worthy of my time? Perfecting my assignment for an extra thirty minutes or helping my little sister pack to go to Mimi’s house? Was I right to tell her I was busy?
In the end, it’s about priorities. Which ties this back to the beginning of this entry. Are all these assignments worth the time and energy I devote to them? Would I be irresponsible, lazy, and foolish to say “no” to such a question?
Perhaps my angry, apathetic feelings toward homework are skewing my perception. I know education is important, and I am thankful for it. But I need balance in my life, and sometimes it is hard to find.
I don’t want to waste my time, but I’m just not sure exactly what that means anymore.
"So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom." Psalm 90:12
I love everything about this song.
"When I fall in love it will be forever
Or I’ll never fall in love
In a restless world like this is
Love is ended before it’s begun
And too many moonlight kisses
Seem to cool in the warmth of the sun
When I give my heart it will be completely
Or I’ll never give my heart
And the moment I can feel that you feel that way too
Is when I fall in love with you.”