Monday, October 11, 2010

Finishing the first layer of Roskrish



Roskrish is a muddling. It was almost upsetting to me, a type-A, "in the lines" kind of person. But, this world was muddled before it was defined. First God separated out the light from the dark. Then he separated the land from the oceans. And so on. It didn't start with the intricate leaf, or the structured snowflake. It started a little muddled. And so was the Roskrish.



Another thought as clear as mud-- every time I sit down, pray, and paint, I seem to have all this stuff leftover. The bits of dried pigments, the unclean brushes and the water, you guessed it-- clear as mud.
As I was contemplating the trinity and the making of the earth out of chaos, I was struck by God making everything out of nothing. And he had nothing to clean up. Just a declaration, "And it was good, and there was evening and there was morning," that day.



"To the King of the ages, immortal, invisible, the only God" (1 Tim. 1.17a)

1 comment:

  1. I love it!

    "And he had nothing to clean up. Just a declaration, 'And it was good...'"

    Beautiful. And it makes me smile.

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