Many things speak to my heart. High on the list are images and words. It should be little surprise then, that my two main creative outlets are writing (mostly my fantasy novel) and photography (flower, landscape and family photography).
For many years, I have combined images of some sort or other with verses from the Bible to create "posters" that I display in our downstairs bathroom. I figured this would give people sufficient time to meditate on the message. My initial attempts at this preceded my photography and tended to involve clipart, generally from the vast collection provided with CorelDraw.
Finding a combination of a quotation from the Bible and a picture that have a unique and maybe even synergistic meaning when combined, is clearly both subjective and intensely personal. You might not be in the same place as I and so the quote I love so much may touch you. Or you might not care about the same images that touch me. Nonetheless, I think that there is enough shared experience in life, that what touches me will touch some of you at some point in time.
Perhaps because of the personal nature of such efforts, I don't believe I have never shared any of my previous assemblies outside of my house. However, I have recently found a combination that is very meaningful to me and thought I would share it.
(Sorry for the print size. It looks fine when printed at 13"x19".)
I suppose that everyone encounters points in their life when their need is as desperate as a deer trapped in the desert. The need for help within us is every bit as desperate as the parched deer. A year and a half ago the need was for help dealing with a Mother who was in the late stages of dementia. This woman who had raised me from helplessness could no longer deal with life. How could I help her?
This year, my recent need has been to know God more deeply than I have known him before. So many things that I have tried to slake the thirst just made me thirstier. Going out into nature and seeing God's creation made me thirsty to meet the creator of the beauty I was seeing. Creating a world, as when writing a novel, makes you think long and hard about the nature of the God who made the universe. Losing a mother made me realize that my time here really is bounded. There is an urgency in moving from casual knowledge of this God to a deeper knowledge of him.
Where can I go and meet with God? Fortunately, it is not far. There might be something special--indeed I think there is--about places like Russian Gulch or a thousand other places where God's hand is more visible than man's hand. And yet, God will meet with us wherever we happen to be when we suddenly realize that we are thirsty--parched like a deer about die of thirst in a desert.
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