I have been working on a project for a friend of mine, Mark, who is a Youth Director at Bakersfield United Methodist Church. Here’s the final versions of what I’ve been working on.
There is this song that says “Imagine there’s no Heaven, it’s easy if you try”. I find imagining that there is no Heaven incredibly hard because our imaginations are tied into the very fabric of Heaven itself.
We humans do have this incredible imagination. It’s a creative part of ourselves that lingers on the things that cannot be in this world. From day to day I think we tend to think too small. We think “if only” or “what if” about the things that we see around us. These are merely daydreams that are entirely possible, though maybe absurdly outside rational thought. We tease ourselves with winning the lottery or some rich relative that could die when it comes to money. We think about how we could benefit from a billion other endeavors without doing a thing. Maybe some of us even think about professional advancement in some way.
Amazing and wonderful some of these things may be they are still small-minded when it comes to the gifts of heaven & eternal life through the forgiveness of sins.
We got into a discussion this last week at Bible Study about what Heaven would be like. How could we even hope to understand it? Jesus Christ will be there with the Father and the Spirit. We will be in fellowship with the creator of all of it. We know that. But what will it look like? How will we interact on a regular basis in so vast a place as Heaven, a “paradise” as Jesus put it to the thief on the cross? I have a few ideas.
As a creative guy myself, I find this thought completely freeing. Often, I get caught up in pleasing others for the sake of myself or even just pleasing myself. I aim to please God, but often I end up settling lower than where I feel the work needs to be. When it comes to Heaven, we will have no audience but God. Yes, you too can be the ultimate kazoo player in the worship band of Heaven (or at least one of the bands). I am convinced that the surest proof that Heaven truly exists is that we have imaginations that God has given us to procure an idea about what Heaven could be, then blow us away with the reality someday. Why? Because, I think He likes to really make us happy. If the mere thought of Heaven and what it could be thrills you, then I think that you will be more than pleasantly surprised when you do get there.
I tend to be the kind of guy that like to look behind closed doors. I am naturally curious. Often, I think God put huge bones in the ground not because large dinosaurs once roamed the earth, but because it thrills us to find and imagine what it could mean. I enjoy looking under rocks and finding things that I didn’t know where there. I live in central Ohio where large earthworks were once built by the Native Americans that once lived here. It is amazing to think an ancient culture once lived here. I think that it is pretty amazing to think that people once lived, worked and loved where we are today and they built something that has lasted the test of time to get to our age and invoke such curiosity in us today.
I think we will find in Heaven an adventure that never ends. We will find strange stars to look at and navigate across oceans large enough to swallow the sun whole. Though some will argue that animals won’t be in Heaven, even the book of Revelations talks about strange beasts. I think we will find those there too. Yet we will not fear them. In the presence of the author of Life itself, death itself will not be present. In the absence of fear we will conquer the most wild of the beasts and sit around a bonfire on a sand strewn beach gazing at the Heavens retelling the story as we feast on the meat and fruit of the land. Not out of wanton hunger, but because of a hunger for more of the life freely given. I don’t know what I will do when I get to Heaven, but at some point you will find me on the prow of a ship, my face set toward the vast horizon with the wind blowing in my hair, eyes set on the setting sun while I think on what it will be like to sail into that golden bliss and harbor in the New Jerusalem with a tale to tell of the adventures that befell me on the unnamed islands of the great seas of that place.
From what we can tell of scripture. We won’t be married in Heaven. We’ll all be free to be in perfect harmony with God and all of His creations. Can you imagine just being in love with everyone? For women, every man your lover or brother without jealousy or animosity. For men, every woman your wife or sister you love dearly. I’m not talking about sex either. There is an intimacy that goes beyond sex or mere fancy. We will be free to experience that with everyone in perfect unity with the one who made it all possible.
When it comes to beauty… have you ever looked at a painting or a work of art that you always saw something new in? Maybe a melody that you could listen to countless times and still hear a new note? We see glimpses of that beauty here. The way the clouds move or the way the filtered light casts a wonderful silent pale light right before a storm. I think of all things, I will like the storms in Heaven. To dance across the fields in wild abandon while lightning flashes about me… the thought even fills my heart with joy to think about it. No harm could befall me. The idea of experiencing all of nature as it was meant to be experienced without fear or consequence other than endless joy makes me smile even now to think about. That is how beauty is meant to be experienced. With both hands, grabbed up and immeasurably poured out, splashed about and yes, played in.
I love the way C.S. Lewis talks about Aslan in the Chronicles of Narnia, and I know I can’t do it justice without the actual experience, but I should hope to meet Christ first when I get to Heaven. To fall in those arms that stretched out and died on a Roman cross in the history of man, to embrace the one who embraced all that condemned me to death seems more than incredible. The Lion, the Lamb, the King on His throne, the Jewish carpenter, the Man, we will see Him. I could talk forever about how the place of Heaven fills me with incredible visions of what it will be, but one thing that I have trouble imagining is the meeting between the fallen creation that I am, and the God of all creation who took my place because He loved me that much. For some reason, I think this will be one of those things that happens privately in Heaven. I mean why not? You have all eternity and God could do whatever He pleases anyway. But a moment with the One where He gives you a new name and calls you His own is immeasurable. The greatest thing about it is that from then on, He is with you. The friend closer than any other. To go with the artist of it all and experience the fullness of all of Heaven with God Himself is the pinnacle of it all.
Heaven is more than just a thought. It is a place, a paradise in every way. Imagination exists because Heaven exists. While here on this earth, imagination is limited, but what will happen when it’s set free? Think about this. When our imagination is set free and we can come up with things we never thought, Heaven will still be greater than those thoughts and still surprise with the splendor that will exist for us to experience. When you begin to understand it from this perspective, when Jesus says He is the only way to get there, it doesn’t sound exclusive anymore. Giving up my will for this abundant, beautiful existence is really just exchanging rags for all the riches this world can offer. When we welcome Christ into our hearts to be our savior, we are handing ourselves over and saying “do what you will, I am yours”. The amazing thing is that He takes it and hands us ourselves back, set free from the chains of sin. He takes us, and gives us our true selves. If you think about it, you are giving the creator back His creation that fell of it’s own accord and somehow became broke… back to the creator who fixes it better than it was in the first place. When you surrender yourself, you become more yourself and more fit to experience the place that awaits you on the other side.
It was first a classic iPod that I loved for music and video. Then the iPod touch which integrated apps for almost everything. My laptop has been getting increasingly less used since I purchased an iPod touch. I check email on it, I play games and I even compose music on it and use it to make phone calls via skype. I still sit down at my computer every now and then to write an email or a post on my site, or even do graphic work with my wacom tablet. But going through my software that I use on a regular basis, I think I am done using a laptop PC for most everything else.
Let me share what I use my laptop for.
I am sure I will find more reasons why I am most likely never going to buy another PC, but for now I think I better turn off my laptop. It’s getting a little hot.
Sickness has been being passed back and forth around the Lehman household the last few day. I am thinking the homes affected by the water line break a few days ago may have been a little wider than previously thought. I can’t verify it, but it seems to correlate with the onset of this stomach ailment that we all ended up having at the same time.
I’ve been looking at doing more oil paintings in the near future and getting some more representational artwork out into the open. It is absolutely the opposite of the abstract stuff that I’ve produced over the last four years. In particular, I am being drawn back to landscape painting and classical still life paintings.
I think this has been a revelation that has happened in two parts.
Sorry for the lack of good updates to the blog as of late. It isn’t because I haven’t been busy. I’ve been working on a new website for my church and doing some more artistic type graphic work. We have a men’s retreat that will be taking place next month that is entitled “MANdate: 2010″ The little subtitle/tease for the retreat is “Are you ready for battle?” The graphic above is what I helped put together for the event. It is a collaborative effort between Pastor Erick and myself.
I’ve started a new reading regimen for my devotional routine. It entails reading a chapter a day from five books. So this is what I am currently reading.
I guess the interesting thing is that several of these are fiction. Christian Fiction and Inspirational Fiction, but nonetheless fiction. One is more Theology. Then the other is the Bible. But I was talking to my friend, Mark, who asked why I was reading fiction as part of my daily devotions.
My answer is obviously yes. Jesus used parables (stories) to illustrate the concepts of the word of God. One of my personal greatest joys in life is reading fiction. So doing something I really enjoy, not just like, is in a sense a part of my devotional life. Donald Miller in Blue Like Jazz actually illustrates this point in my reading today somewhere in chapter three. He relates that story resonates with the Human condition because we are in a story. We have a setting, a place where we live. We have other characters, people we know, work with and play with, dislike and love. There is a conflict, that fact that we are a fallen creation of God and He is working to redeem us. The climax is the ultimate decision that we must make. The resolution is that we can be restored or that God is indeed just.
Fiction also causes us to think outside ourselves. One of my favorite books was written by author Stephen Lawhead, called Byzantium. He relates a story of Aidan, a monk chosen to go on pilgrimage. A journey that he sees in a dream will ultimately lead to his death. He goes and faces all kinds of different situations. The monks are attacked by Sea Wolves (danish pirates) and he is made a slave. He endures slavery, is freed, then is attacked by Arabs and falls in love with a Arabian princess only to lose her when he abandons his faith. He frees his fellow monks from being slaves in the silver mines and ultimately finishes his quest to appear before the emperor of Rome to find that his pilgrimage was in vain and that Rome is full of spies, speculation and Roman turmoil. He eventually returns back to the monastery a broken man, without his faith. But we find out that it was not all in vain. The Danish Sea Wolves who attacked him and his friends have become friends and followers of the faith Aidan once boldly proclaimed while a slave with them. He returns to where he once was a slave to become a priest, and eventually dies in Byzantium as a Bishop of the church fulfilling the dream that he would die there. But he dies a content old man rather than a victim of a red martyrdom, a pilgrimage gone awry.
I think that the greatest benefit of fiction for my spiritual life is that in fiction I can live a life of someone else and learn the thoughts behind decisions that end for the good or the bad. In doing so, I gain a greater understanding of my own motives and begin to see the story that exists underneath the surface of my own life and the greater story that I too am a part of.
It’s interesting how a little cleaning can make you remember old friends. You go through a closet and find a bunch of old pictures and you hit facebook looking for familiar names. Another thing that happens for me though is that I get a little free space and usually my guitar makes it out of the closet.
A little tune up and maybe a light dusting brings it to happy life once more.
As of late, new friends have been encouraging me to get out the ol’ git fiddle again regularly. My friend Mark, especially. Tonight I got another surprise. Another new friend who I’ve played with at church a few times… well, I never really realized how good he actually was. His name is Nathan Hiltner. Check out his video below. The sound and framerate are a little off, but you will get the idea.
When I took the photograph for this digital, I used the flash and their eyes just shone really bright. I thought I’d leave it as in a sense it shows the wilder side of a dog. So when I painted this, I left it a bit loose and free flowing, more wild.
Becca has off today so I think she wants me off the computer.
He wasn’t really laughing. It was more of a yawn, but after I took the picture, it looked more like a laugh. It fits his personality so I went with it. Now what do dogs laugh about I wonder?
Rogin was trying to get the camera while I was taking this picture. But after messing with the photograph a little, I enjoyed the expression on his face and decided to go with it. I intentionally drew this one a little rough for the play on words with ruff. Not to be confused with buff. ”Rogin in the buff” is pretty much all the time. I mean other than fur, dogs don’t wear clothes unless you have a wife like mine around Halloween or something.
Yesterday, I had my cousin and her family over. I hadn’t seen her in probably 14 years or so. She has three kids now and her husband and has lost over one hundred pounds. It’s quite an accomplishment from the pictures she showed me. Anyway, I wanted to take out my dog Dugal before she got here, but I didn’t get the chance. Well, do you know how you know that you’ve been greeted by a cocker spaniel?
Yep. Pee. All over her pants down her leg. Dugal couldn’t just pee on a shoe, no… he had to jump and squirt at the same time. It takes talent to be a cocker spaniel.
” Hi, I know I haven’t seen you in fourteen years, so here let me let my dog pee on you.” All was good though. We laughed about it. Her kids played some Halo and we got a chance to talk a little while she held Aidan (who happened to have one of those mysterious poops that you can’t see from looking at his diaper and the whole while, I kept thinking “wow, he’s really gassy today!”)