It is a kind gift to give one’s self, gratefulness. I am once again listening to classical piano. A tiny, padded wooden piece, striking a wire. Classical music is the result. Who puts that in wire? Someone of ultimate kindness. Someone I ought to thank. It reminds me of my wife’s habit of baking cookies for people who are kind to us, plumbers, neighbors, and strangers. I often feel I need to bake God a batch of cookies. I know He asks for a broken and contrite spirit and, if I did it for the plumber, I would be doing it for him but I want to do it for him personally. I have an ongoing need to give him a thank-you gift. Such can be art. David writes God poems, songs, and psalms, gifts of an overflowing grateful heart. This is Art 101. Art can be made for Him. It can be made just for Him.
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