"Seek My Face"

Sitting at home tonight, quiet peace, silence and solitude, pondering the invitation of Jesus, "Seek My face." Putting pencil to paper to try to capture the face of Christ is something I have long avoided, until tonight, and this is what emerged. Completely original, completely from the eye of mind and heart. I'm rarely so moved while drawing. I only wish I had filmed it.

While sorrow is not compassion, I think there's often an element of sorrow in compassion. Just as remorse is not repentance, but there is an element of remorse within repentance. Compassion is the focused gaze from the eyes of Grace just before you are taken by the hand and led out into joy. It is a Love that empowers your freedom. This piece contains, in a gently nuanced symmetry of microexpression, so many emotions that reflect the nature of the purity, grace, and goodness of a holy God who is more familiar with us than we would care to admit. And He loves...

Passeggiata

I'm not sure what it is about taking a walk in the afternoon sun. When my feet move, my thoughts move too. There aren't a lot of problems that can't be solved in the process of a long walk. It's like that place between sleep and awake, the place where dreams appear to have a measure of possibility and fresh meditations make their way to the head of a long line of routine thoughts. When I can't put my finger on a solution, I put my feet to the earth, and in time, the path becomes clear.


Now shall I walk
or shall I ride?
"Ride," Pleasure said:
"Walk," Joy replied.
~W.H. Davies

"Everywhere is within walking distance, if you have enough time." Steven Wright