I don’t want to blame anyone other than myself for temporarily embracing a really small view of Christianity. The fundamentalist college I attended probably contributed to this, but I’m a thinking person and I should have seen more clearly.
It was G.K. Chesterton who liberated me as a Christian creative. It’s kind of funny that a Catholic apologist is the one to open my Baptist eyes to the sacred joy of art. I’ve written about his sketchy influence on my life here.
Today I noticed that Google has launched a campaign calling for young artists to doodle their vision of the future. I’m going to encourage my children to take the challenge. You can read more about the contest here.
Remember that it was God who created a world filled with bright colored bugs that eat plants, odd looking plants that eat bugs, sunsets, rainbows, stalactites and stalagmites, the mountain ranges of Colorado and the central plains of Illinois, clouds that look like people and people that like to look at clouds.
My points is God is creative. And so are you. And so are your children. Creativity is in our blood. We get it from our Father. Obviously some know how to harness it a little more than others.
So, with all this creative power: why should we let worldly creativity define the future of the world? We can do better. We have a deep well from which to draw.