Jon |
O Zion, herald of good tidings;
lift up your voice with strength.
Isaiah 40:9
So, this guy who is the young adult minister at my church, (that's ages 20ish to 30ish) occasionally preaches from the pulpit on Sunday mornings. His name is Jon Tschanz. He's an amazing human being and an amazing speaker so I'm always happy to hear his wisdom.
By the way, he also always starts his sermon with the word "so." So that's why I started this blog posting with "So."
So, yesterday was no exception. Jon always leaves me thinking about his words and leaves me wanting to be creative. Yesterday he concentrated on the phrase "Make good art." What does that even mean? He told us about his friend who does music on the oncology floor of the hospital, but that was just one small example.
This morning when I got on Facebook I saw photos of my friend Gil and his stupendously cute two year old grandson, Charlie, attending a play and then having pancakes. And I found myself thanking Gil for making this art for me to see.
Several folks posted photos of their newly trimmed Christmas trees.
Neil |
In his sermon, John quoted award winning writer, Neil Gaiman. I've heard of him but he doesn't do my kind of writing so don't know much about him. This morning I looked him up. The quote below is from a commencement speech he made at The University of the Arts, class of 2012. In the speech he's telling these graduating students to "Make good art" while also being very realistic about what the future might hold.
I'm serious. Husband runs off with a politician? Make good art. Leg crushed and then eaten by mutated boa constrictor? Make good art. IRS on your trail? Make good art. Cat exploded? Make good art. Somebody on the Internet thinks what you do is stupid or evil or it's all been done before? Make good art. Probably things will work out somehow, and eventually time will take the sting away, but that doesn't matter. Do what only you do best. Make good art.
I know Neil is speaking to art students but Jon apparently thinks he's speaking to all of us. And you know what? I know he's speaking to me.
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