Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Art Journey through Lent {blindness}

"Jesus...having found him, said, "Do you believe in the Son of Man?"  He answered, "And who is he, sir, that I may believe in him?"  Jesus said to him, "You have seen him, and it is he who is speaking to you."  He said, "Lord, I believe," and he worshiped him.  Jesus said, "For judgment I came into this world, that those who do not see may see, and those who see may become blind."  ~John 9:35-39


An inability to see, either physically or spiritually.  

There is so much within me that was brought to the surface while I read John 9.  I, in my own blindness, with layers still to peel away, recognize the boldness that the man-born-blind displayed in response to his healing.  And I wonder. How blind am I?

I am thankful I can pinpoint certain times the Lord washed my inner sight, removed scales and prejudices, and cleared layers from my clouded vision.  Unlike the man in John 9, we who are spiritually-impaired undergo a process of healing that is as long as our own faith journey, never fully seeing like Jesus until we are home.

So I breathe thanks for the layers gone, and prepare my heart for further peeling away.

In my journal I wrote quotes, words that stood out, my own thoughts.

I found a page-sized image of a face, one with thoughtful eyes, and used mod podge to put her in the spread.  I used a bit of gesso to obscure and cloud the image and text.

I wanted a simple and bold statement, one made with texture and substance.  I used modeling paste with artist ink in two colors of brown and spread it over her eyes with a palette knife.  Once it's completely dry, I can't wait to touch it.  It will be meaningful to do so.

Since the man-born-blind washed in the pool of Siloam, I wanted to add water in blue.  Finger painting is so cathartic.  Why do we ever stop once we're done being kids chronologically?

I love how the only word that comes through on the page is "believe."  It was unintentional by me, but not by the Spirit.


Where are your areas of blindness?  Being blind {and without spiritual objectivity}, you will have to allow God to speak quietly to you in a time of contemplation and prayer.  Note in the story the reactions of all involved- the man, his parents, the followers of Jesus, the Pharisees.  Who do you most resemble?  How will your ponderings recreate themselves on the page this week?

Jesus, I believe.  Help my unbelief.  Relieve my blindness and my lack of compassion, my rigidity and my control.  Give me spiritual eyes to recognize your grace in everything and everyone.  Let me wash my sight again and again until I am free.  Amen.

This weekend I will be leading a spiritual art journaling session at the Refine Retreat with my beautiful friend Kris Camealy.  Would you pray for all of us?  For transformation and renewal, openness and grace.  See you on Monday.  

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