36" x 36"
Oil on Panel
Nations, lights, stories.
In soil, with hands… we build.
Through windows, we see. We shine.
In light, we hope. We heal. Grow.
Life in community is difficult business. You knew that already. Vulnerability is expensive. Patience feels like a waste of time. Our systems and inventions, therefore, tend to move us toward more efficient patterns of existence—where self-absorption, ease, and personal promotion rule. We wouldn’t say it like this, but if life in community crushes, then refuge is sought in isolation… in dissonance… in forgetting. It’s easier.
Yet we crave intimacy, for we were created for Communion.
You knew that too. It’s in you. It’s also in me. But I’m often too intimidated to try to create this kind of life by my own initiative. I’ve been burned. I’ve burned out. Yet… if I’m honest, I’m actually more afraid not to… try… or try again.
I gain strength in the knowledge that there is a Kingdom Builder on the loose. He is untamed. He is bright. He is free. He knows the way.
“You are the light of the world. A city on a hill cannot be hidden.”