17″ x 11.75 (approx), acrylic on hardboard. Painted on location, 9-18-09. Hangman creek at the bridge.
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This is a painting from early afternnon today, down at the bridge. I am drawn back there over and over, I am not sure why. The water I think. There is much here that begs to be seen, embraced, longed for. I wonder why we don’t long for much anymore, I wonder, and I cry.
Beloved, my heart breaks for the wailing of lost souls, and how we have been deceived. We thought luxury our salvation, we thought delicacies our deliverance, we thought wrong, and now payday comes.
But I am not one to abandon hope. I see in all of us greatness, lofty ideals, and a hope that will not die. Perhaps we veered from the true course for a while, but that does not mean we made shipwreck. What the Lord gives, He gives to all, and that gift is His love, His everlasting love and consolation.
If the world ended tonight, if per chance we were all wisked away to stand before his matchless gaze, could you and I stand and not cry? Would we laugh, would we sigh, would we do anything apart from his desire? I think we are His desire, I think we are the apple of his eye. And for that reason, I announce liberty for the captives, the opening of the blind eyes, the setting free of broken hearted souls.
This day is this scripture fulfilled in your hearing. And Christ Yeshua fulfills all things both now and forever, and the Lord God of the prophets keeps his covenant with man, and shows deep desire towards us. The Lord God desires hearts to make homes, and a home he will have. He has always wanted a home in man, and now he comes and makes ready the marriage. Now he comes and fulfills the last from the first.
This is the end beloved. But not an end like we expected, not an end like you read in the sermon notes on a dusty pue, bespeckled sunshine in glass-rose windows. No, he comes with clouds my darling, he comes with the saints and the prophets, he comes with isaiah, and Jeremiah. He comes with Dick and Jane and Bob and Grace, he comes with clouds of consolations and tears.
This is the glorious end my sweet love, when we thought our eyes were meant for one another, when we came apart in her arms, and ran like the wind.
We have run for a very long time, it is time to stop, and turn, and enter the abode of promises.
I don’t know why I write these words. The Lord speaks to me I think, and I cannot but help place words as well as paint on surfaces. The Lord God builds New Earth.
This is the ark of safety. This is the covering of blood and tears. This will protect you beloved in the time to come. Keep your heart turned toward heaven, keep your longings centered in God, Yeshua’s favor and love, this is the Savior Jesus Christ in light and love, this is the end of time as had purposed.
God guides us now, apart from ourselves, apart from insight and strength. He is the artist, and we are the created, blessed be his name. We are the hues, he is the hue maker, blessed be his name. We are the tears, he is the one crying, blessed be his name.
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