Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Tender shoot

Isaiah 53:2 He grew up before him like a tender shoot, and like a root out of dry ground. He has no beauty or majesty to attract us to him, nothing in his appearance that we should desire him.

Jesus was very ordinary, some one you would pass on the street without noticing, yet God allowed him to shine. It was Gods presence in him that created the attraction. It really does make me look at people in a different way.

Thursday, January 14, 2010

Mathew 2:7-12 But when he saw many of the Pharisees and Sadducees coming to where he was baptizing, he said to them: "You brood of vipers! Who warned you to flee from the coming wrath: Produce fruit in keeping with repentance. And do not think you can say to yourselves, we have Abraham as our father. I tell you that out of these stones God can raise up children for Abraham. The ax is already at the root of the trees, and every tree that does not produce good fruit will be cut down and thrown into the fire. I baptize you with water for repentance. But after me will come one who is more powerful than I, whose sandals I am not fit to carry. He will baptize you with the Holy Spirit and with fire. His winnowing fork is in his hand, and he will clear his threshing floor, gathering his wheat into the barn and burning up the chaff with unquenchable fire."
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Monday, January 11, 2010

Sunday, January 10, 2010

Walking on Water

This piece started out as a sketch a few weeks ago and I felt like God was leading me to paint it. I went to the local art store bought a canvas and some acrylic paints paused for a moment to ask for God's inspiration and began. It has been a cool process as the paint brush and paint feel very different than my pencil and eraser.

Wednesday, January 6, 2010


After I drew this my wife said that it reminded her of Jonah's Prayer. I have posted it with the drawing. As I created this I kept seeing conflict, hope and resolve.

Jonah’s Prayer

I called to the Lord, and he answered me. From the depths of the grave I called for help, and you listened to my cry. You hurled me into the deep, into the very heart of the seas, and the currents swirled about me; all your waves and breakers swept over me. I said I have been banished from your sight; yet I will look again toward your holy temple. The engulfing waters threatened me, the deep surrounded me; seaweed was wrapped around my head. To the roots of the mountains I sank down; the earth beneath barred me in forever. But you brought my life up from the pit, O Lord my God. When my life was ebbing away, I remembered you, Lord, and my prayer rose to you, to your holy temple. Those who cling to worthless idols forfeit the grace that could be theirs. But I, with a song of thanksgiving will sacrifice to you. What I have vowed I will make good. Salvation comes from the Lord.

Monday, January 4, 2010

This weekend I spent some great time in fellowship with 8 amazing men of God in a rustic Cabin nestled high above the Kittitas valley. I sketched this late in the evening by the fire light while listening to Mike and Austin play worship music on their guitars. God is teaching me a-lot through my sketches and I hope to use this blog as a venue to share some of my experience.

Psalms 147 4:5
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