Diary: an entry from somewhere at sometime, neither of which i recall.
I have favor with internationals and artist. Over and over. I always want to lead them to a context for their creativity and culture in His Kingdom. I wish at times, i had an art gallery so i could show everyone’s work, and disciple them directly through the symbolic, as i have many in the past. I miss that way of creative discipleship—so much can happen directly through the art, when God shows up there. Or some art parties to invite them to. In the past, when i ran creative communities, it was easy to make happenings where spiritual dialogue organically take place; this season is more internal, ruminatory. Still I love the remarkable ones. Remarkables. Those I am drawn to. I like to bless them. I still find them, and they find me, everywhere i go. Even when I am writing in public, the table fills with people wanting to share their art, and be seen, and exchange their unique cultural perspectives. I still love being that kind of father and friend. I like being a royal international father in and through the arts, but i do miss having a gallery house of some sort to contain the type of creative discourse artist need to trip into the Kingdom. Some types of people are discipled best directly through the symbolic. I miss offering that particular container. Still, each season carries its uniquely contoured blessings.