“He who works with his hands is a laborer.
He who works with his hands and head is a craftsman.
He who works with his hands and head and heart is an artist."
St. Francis of Assisi
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Beauty & the Holy Imagination (Chapter One)
From our friend David Bunker:
I love creation
The audacious poetry of string theory
The ubiquitous emerald greenness of the Gulf of Mexico
The over powering gaze of an Afghan women caught unaware at work
The rich mahogany staircase of a mid-Victorian home
The sensual warmth of patchouli oil in a San Francisco head shop
The wafting message of Italian bake goods on the west side Chicago restaurant
The clang clanging of cow bells on the edge of the Swiss Alps
The abandoned joy of the tango meringue and salsa in a west side Chicago flat
The strange cacophony of Jewish men's prayers being offered up at the Wailing Wall
The psychedelic colors of an exotic deep sea fish and all his cousins at the Shedd Aquarium
The drip of fresh musk melon down my chin
The guffaws of old men gathered for breakfast at Millers Diner in Washington Courthouse Ohio
The eternal view of heaven in a child's eyes
The wholeness of being in time and space, knowing and living it during corporate worship
The gaze of respect I see in the face of a white teenager during the concert of B. B. King
The embrace of an old friend brought back in to fellowship
I love creation
I love the hologram the Father calls creation
The entire whole
I love it all
I cry for its entire restoration
I weep for a clearer glimpse of its edenic roots
But through the reflection of the beauatific vision
I see the actual face of God
I see that it is good
He is good
He is present
He is with us.
Can you see Him? Can you stand inside that idea? Rest there for awhile.
This is the beginning of beauty.