I’ll stop coveting creativity and start using my hands

My life was like an indie-art-film once. (No twice) in the last week.  First in a (dead silent) car garage. Then while riding a bike.  The lifeless surge of emptiness came over me. Like when you read post-modern poetry. (Or Samuel Beckett.)  Its an erie feeling to be quite honest.  I don’t care too much for it.  Some thrive on it. Others fake it. “Creative” post-modernists think that they do something for the world while elevating this Camus-ology of self-centered meaninglessness.

God save us. 

Beauty

"Beauty is not democratic; she reveals herself more to the few than to the many..." (C.S. Lewis)

God has recently been speaking to me in the beautiful things. I use the word to describe a lot of things. Some might think that I overuse it, but I think that I am just trying to point out the beautiful things that are so often neglected. A conversation is beautiful. A moment is beautiful. A sky is beautiful. A man or woman's personality is beautiful. All of these things--nature, words, and people--point me to Ultimate Beauty Himeslf. The little things on earth that I recognize as beautiful are only a tool used for me to worship God. I cannot worship these things, but must allow them to draw me to God. In theological terms, Beauty is attributed to God because He possesses every desirable quality; He is lacking in nothing! So, although Lewis said that Beauty is revealed to few people, I pray that the followers of Christ will seek Beauty even more intently and worship him!