We have a saying around the church office that goes something like: Life begging for structure, not structure begging for life.
We use this phrase when we are facing necessary innovation, struggling to come up with structure as we see the craziness of life that comes with, well, people.
But let’s not dig too deeply into that.
The whole point is that I’m also seeing moments where life is begging for art. Where profundity sneaks up on us and can only be properly captured and properly framed through art.
Just a few weeks ago, in response to Gitz’ decline, Jen commented: ”I dug out my old prayer book from my Anglican days, and let the most beautifully worded prayers speak the grief and longing of my heart. But I have none of my own.”
In that moment, her heart and emotions begged for art.
Moments like those–the great milemarkers of life and death and growth and memory and significance–need art. They need words and images of beauty to help the soul express what is sitting and stirring and rising inside.
I’m realizing how we, as a people of faith, in our stripped down warehouses of contemporary worship, have lost the beauty and transcendence that those true moments of worship deserve.
And our artists are awkwardly worship and wait in the corners of the sanctuaries, hoping to paint murals on the walls.
Thankfully, they are picking up their paintbrushes. Watch the beauty unfold.
