Friday, April 19, 2019

Cruciform Composite: a Good Friday Reflection


Because we live most of our lives in the middle of the story, we can't see clearly and the big picture eludes us. It's not that everything happens for a reason, it's just that our God is always and forever taking broken things and making them beautiful.  And that gives us hope.


Bottom right*:  I had the honor of photographing baby James' too-short 62 minute life, witnessing his parents' love and grace and strength.  It changed me.

Bottom center:  Hidden in the shadow of the cross

Bottom left:  Hosanna to the King

Middle right:  Isaiah 11:1, righteous branch

Middle center:  A mirror, I see myself and my sin at the cross

Middle left:  "Are caterpillars told of their impending resurrection?  How in dying they will be transformed from poor earth-crawlers into creatures of the air with exquisitely painted wings?  If told, do they believe?"  Malcom Muggeridge

Top right:  Me and my dad, his hands circa 1982.  Romans 8:15

Top center:  I once had a dream in which Jesus was talking to me about creation and John chapter one and he had a ring in his hand and he kept pointing to it.  It's a ring and it's a crown.  Ephesians 5:23

Top left:  "God is light, in him there is no darkness at all."  1 John 1:5

Stitching these images together first required a breaking apart of a dogwood flower, but isn't that just the thing?  Beauty from ashes.  It's what God does best. 

*I created these left to right which in hindsight is odd and upside down, inside out.  Just like life with Jesus. 

Tuesday, April 2, 2019

Mirror


"In mirrors I see myself.  But in mirrors made of glass and silver I never see the whole of myself.  I see the me I want to see, and I ignore the rest... The passion of Christ, his suffering and death, is such a mirror... The death he died reflects a selfishness so extreme that by it I was divorced from God and life and light completely...Nevertheless I will not avoid this mirror!  No, I will carefully rehearse, again this year, the passion of my Jesus- with courage, with clarity and faith; for this is the mirror of dangerous grace, purging more purely than any other... This mirror is not passive only, showing what is; it is active, creating new things to be.  It shows me a new me behind the shadow of a sinner.  For when I gaze at his crucifixion, I see my death indeed- but my death done!  His death is the death of a selfish one, whom I called ugly and hated to look upon.  And resurrection is another me."  Walter Wangerin
Gellert Hill, Budapest, Hungary 

Home


"Lord, through all generations you have been our home!"  Psalm 90:1