My gaze has been encaptured by a piece of artwork across the room.
I’ve decided to call it Popsicle sticks & glitter.
I’m not sure what it depicts. If the artist were here I’d ask her, although I’m not even sure she would know as she is very young, lets call her Emily.
If I were to get this piece appraised I’d be laughed at, it pales in comparison to the great artists who’ve gone before Emily. It would appear to have no value, yet Emily’s parents have proudly displayed it on the fridge for all to see.
They delight in it.
They delight in it because they delight in their daughter, in her attempts to create, the effort & time put into it.
I wonder if theology is like art, if God delights in our heart, in our efforts, in our wrestling… even though our attempts must look pitiful.
Theology. Art. It’s all just popsicle sticks and glitter *.
*with the exception that Emily doesn’t wave her art work around telling everyone that it’s the only way to make art & if you don’t make art exactly like her you can’t hang out 🙂