The unveiling of life, the world, love and kissing, colors, humans, animals, trails, feelings, the whole of it as I can contain it, and know it but only vaguely, but furiously, is a gift from God in Christ. I know the difference. I have lived against Them and for Them. It is this unveiling that most assures me of Them, and Them in me being the only rightful place for Them and me. It was certainly art or better her master, beauty, that first assured me of a possible unveiling. Now The Word, my parents, and Betty all gave flesh, a living out of it in front of me, but art defined what they had in them that attracted me. I read this morning, “All art comes from God”* and it was this way in which God began to unveil Christ’s love for me and create an overwhelming need to surrender all of me to Him. He had help, a violent breaking of me, but even there it was the beauty of blood being washed off living bone, that caught my attention. What is my point? All of you come to Christ. In every way He is the only way in which you, art, beauty, and all other things become unveiled, but mainly you, an unveiling of a masterpiece, you, who He made.
*From the book The Discipline of Inspiration by Carey Wallace
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| The church in Knoxville where Betty was first baptized as a child. |
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