My take on Paul Klee’s life’s work, and why I like his paintings still!

Klee’s work invites the viewer into his warm emotions towards color and his subject. And let’s there be just “enough” realism or representation to let us in, but once in, we are overcome by color itself. He doesn’t exclude us as some both expressionist and abstract artists do.

Instead, he uses the abstraction and the emotions of color, to include us in his warmth for and towards the world. How he sees is part of the meaning of his art, and he doesn’t lord it over his viewer, but offers it like an old man offers you their reading glasses to help you see more clearly, or maybe a bit differently.

He never just copies what is “out there”, like the Greeks and Romans, or just teaches ethics which was the Greek idea of art’s role, but invites us to encounter it with him, and through his heart’s eyes. Much as Van Gogh did. And others of the post-impressionist.

Art not as imitation or mimetic (Greek) or an objective social realism, but also not so subjective, that you can’t relate. I also like his combination of love of color with child like naïveté! It’s like he blended color theory, cubism with child like primitivism—lots like Chagall, my favorite!

And what comes out is almost like illustrations to a children’s book! Love it, again, after re-sitting with the great Swiss artist, Paul Klee today!

Also, his subtext (or implied, “message”) is not, look how talented I am, as I often feel with Picasso. It is rather, an invitation to look at the world through his kind color loving eyes.

My “take away” is it made we want to make art, and see the world in a kinder way! That made me happy today!

Lastly, he’s not escapist, but had more of a redemptive vision of life, even though he had been through war and lost friends, he still believed in the warmth of colors to heal our vision of things. Nice borrowing his reading glasses today!

It was twilight again and I was cleaning out my parents house.
In the dark garage was my father’s old convertible-an eggshell blue MG 1973-whose top was always down.
But I won’t clean that space today-too dusty I’m sure-not yet. I haven’t found the keys anyway.
I’ll play the records as I clean. I’ll catalogue which ones have scratches and exactly where in each song. That’s a good start.
My parents, at least they weren’t horders. That would be worse. Plus my boss said have the week off, until you feel success. Odd use of that word, I thought. How can one do this successfully anyway.
Well, there won’t be any alcohol, so I’ll have her bring some in the evening. Maybe we could sit on the porch and have a hot toddy, and listen to the least scratched albums…
But it’s probably all that big band crap or even tuba music. Still, I may find some jazz in the stacks somewhere, I pray.
What’s the right music to start the day? I’ll play mom’s favorite from that blind Italian jew. Yeah, that will set the tone. There’s implied hope at least in the fact that a blind man can sing like that!
The needle drops electric level releases the weight of the songs. And that tiny blue white gold light of glowing tubes glows again The old metal arm, with that glow play light illuminates the room. All those years, I never dared do anything but listen. Now I’m the DJ. It’s up to me to play these records, to see them through to the next generation or even eternity.
Twilight passes into that glow. And maybe we never know, what dust the sun must pass through to create such glory.
Maybe that’s why he always kept the top off that convertible . Fuck it, I think I’ll start in the garage after all.
Now, where are those keys.

I like bees, and creatures in general. Tiny and huge, big and small, minuscule and all-I learn from them all. And as my next door neighbor has a bee hive house. I decided to write a quick poem about my experience of the bees and birds coming in and out of our daily life, and what metaphors they always remind me of: bees know community, hawks solitude and hummingbirds know color theory, was my quick observation today, as I listened through creatures….

The kingdom of bees exist

Beside my house.

My next door neighbor’s painted white bee hive haven house

Welcomes them in-

With perfect bee-shaped carved openings-

Keeps em coming and going, alight all day-buzzing away, just being bees…

Climbing on top of one another to do what they already are like mini trees.

No doorbells, just a noisy but contained invitation, for their slow withdrawing of wings,

Which causes an air-stirred irritation/ invitation, each time they enter in again, like a single violin string in wind.

Then, again today, two

Neon green chested

Hummingbirds suddenly join in that buzzing chorus, out of sheer

Curiosity I presume. They fly nearly into getting caught in my long wet hair

In search of color and wonder

At the constant communion of those bees.

Or maybe, the color yellow itself confuses them

As glory blinds our eyes at certain points of day.

A Cooper’s hawk overhead, in its way,

Can wait all day, hovering in circles, for one swoop at a Vole or mouse by dusk.

But in my house, the tiny generations of bees beside me

Making their honey as a by-product of just being

Makes the land around me seem more yellow

And communal today.

I must get out and be near friends!

This gives me room to consider

How close to be

To things to know them well-like hummingbirds know color

Or bees one another’s potential honey,

As the first kibbutz, they must be,

In the kingdom of bees.

So are we. The one to come,

Which is somehow here already

Today.

The kingdom of bees exist
Beside my house.
My next door neighbor’s painted white bee hive house-
With perfect bee shaped openings-
Keeps em coming and going all day-buzzing away, just being bees…
No doorbells, just a noisy but contained, withdrawing of wings,
Which causes an air-stir each time they enter. Today, two
Neon green chested
Hummingbirds suddenly join in, out of sheer
Curiosity I presume. They fly nearly into getting caught in my hair
In search of color and wonder
At the constant communion of those bees. Or maybe, yellow itself confuses them
As glory blinds our eyes at certain points of day.
A Cooper’s hawk overhead, in its way,
Can wait all day, hovering in circles, for one swoop at a Vole or mouse by dusk.
But in my house, the tiny generations of bees beside me
Making their honey as a by-product of being
Makes the land around me feel yellow
And communal today. I must get out and be near friends!
And gives me room to consider
How close to be
To things to know them well-like hummingbirds know color
Or bees one another
They the first kibbutz, they must be,
In the kingdom of bees.

Studying the Jewish teacher from the 1300’s Ramban (love how they all got nicknames!) better known as Maimonodes today.
Real name Nahmanides! Wow, I knew he translated Torah and Talmud (all 63 volumes of it!), but didn’t know he made Aliyah or pilgrimage to Jerusalem found her in shambles because of those Crusaders (who mainly built fortresses, but weren’t great at gardening or humor or kind to jews-alas not the best in christian history, and they didn’t even made good beer!), so he built a synagogue and yeshiva or learning center, in Jerusalem that is still in use today!
Wow, you never know what people did, til you read their stories!
Of course, some orthodox didn’t like him, as he was a bit of a Philo (early second temple philosopher who translated lots of jewish thinking into greek categories of thought!) character, being familiar with secular philosophies, and translating some religious ideas into those categories (hello St Paul!).
But Ramdan did write the 13 principles which are still in use today by most jews—and include resurrection and expectancy for a messiah and messianic age. For those Christians who like that idea! Ok, this fellow had a thought or two in his life. Honor your parents as the book tells us! The only narcissistic commandment—if you do so, it will go well with you! And you’ll live long and prosper!
And he was sepharic (western Iberian and those great Portuguese Jews who when Columbus was sailing the ocean blue, got kicked out of their countries! Many of whom moved to The Land, and started new streams of judaism including mysticism!), which is ironic given the historical tensions between Sephardic and Ashkenazic Jews, which still occurs! Anyway, fun studying these high impact fellows today!

On John 17—Jesus greatest prayer! And longest….raw notes on the Oneness we are offered with Their Love for one another and us! Their loving Oneness is our home!

That we would know our forever names as Jesus knew His given from The Father of all names on earth and heaven (as Paul put it!)

So enjoying today swimming in the Reality behind and within this great passage in John’s gospel today. Amazing to be included in Their intimacy, and that John somehow managed to overhear this very personal conversation between The Son and His Father!

Jesus greatest prayer—that we would be drawn into the loving oneness between Him and His Father!!! My favorite part of the story, is Jesus, the night before His great suffering, after telling His friends what is about to happen, tilts His Eyes upwards, and prays for them and us all. We get to hear a very intimate and direct conversation between Jesus and His Father, and it’s all about us! So Jesus like that! That He is thinking about His friends and friends to be (us) on this very hard hour in His Story on earth.

I’m assuming the setting would be near Jerusalem, and as it says afterwards they walked through the Kidron valley, probably in or near the garden of Gethsemane or Olive Garden. He first prepares them for what’s about to happen, then in their presence turns upwards to talk to His Dad on their and our behalf. The great intercession, this one! And the One who ever lives to make intercession–but here, we are actually given the words of His discourse with His Father, and it’s all about us being included in Their love for one another–wow!

By far my favorite scene in the book of John which is my favorite book, is when Jesus is doing this, His exit soliloquy, his exit speech to first His friends, then turns his eyes upwards and we overhear the greatest prayer ever—that they may be one even as we are One. That they would know in their hearts the love The Father has towards His Son, and that they are included in this Love.

I think if we can enter the Reality of one passage in the NT, it would be this one. John 17—try to read it into the spiritual reality of which it is speaking about and from!

It is our great invitation into the Love the Father has for His Son and by extension each of us. Of course John knew that his friend Jesus was loved by The Father, and that by extension so were we, who enter His Name by faith.

In this passage, Jesus is exiting the stage, and about to tag team with The Holy Spirit, and we are overhearing His last prayer for his friends. It’s about as high drama as you can get in the book! Next day, betrayal and cruxifixction, and here’s the His last prayer on earth—outside his short one from The Cross.

It’s very intimate and a vulnerable overhearing of a very personal prayer between Jesus and His Father. He mentions the Father’s name six times, each time with a different nuance. They are really talking, and He is praying for us! That we would know just how intense The Father’s Love is for Him, and by extension all His Friends!

The basic idea of the prayer, is Jesus is asking The Father to extend His Love for Himself to all these friends, and through them to all who believe in His Name.

The ending of the prayer gets wide scoped to include all those who would believe in His Name through these friends of His.

The prayer invites us into The Reality of The Father’s Love for His Son.

As You have loved Me, I have loved them, and placed Your Name inside of their hearts.

Now let them abide inside of our love for one another. The invitation is into the intimacy between the Father and The Son. This is an eternal intimacy!

We often make it about ourselves. Am I loved, named claimed…but Jesus assumes we are already loved and named in that loving relationship He has with His Father.

We Love each other, Jesus invites us into that love as His Own family members or sisters and brothers. IS Jesus Loved by the Father? If so, so are you! He implies. Later, we are taught also by John, that when we love we abide inside Their Love for one another, which is eternal. And is our already eternal life we live in and from. This prayer makes that crystal clear. They love each other, we are invited into Their Love for one another, and so for each of us.

This again is the real Lord’s Prayer—the greatest prayer ever overheard.

Jesus is inviting all those who believe in His Name to enter the Love the Father has for Himself. He is including us in their intimacy. Everything follows from that Reality.

He’s not saying, try to love, I hope you muster up enough to love, i hope you are religious enough to enter this Love–no! We love each other, come enter Our Love friends!

He is inviting us directly into THEIR Love for one another.

This is the great invitation.

Does the Father Love His Son?

That is the exact Love that Jesus came to invite us into. It is endless and contains Real Life. Love into Light and Life–the three L’s of John’s gospel!!!

It’s invitation into THEIR LOVE for one another.

That we would live in and from their love for one another, is what Jesus came to do for us.

He prays, that the Father would include them, let them know their love and extend it into them. We are loved because They Love one another.

What enables us to do this, is The Holy Spirit. The Spirit ushers us into Their Dialogue, conversation and relationship. Reality is Their Relationship with one another, and we are invited into Real Reality of their loving friendship and familial Love.

We are taken into their intimate communion and conversation.

We are loved, because they are loving one another….

If we can enter the Reality within and behind this passage, we are home in their love and know our names and eternal life.

Eternal life is that love between them.

This is the gospel in a nutshell. Enter into The Love between The Father and The Son, be one with it, know that you are included in their love for one another. Come home.

Does The Father love the Son? If so, you are included in that Love! And welcomed! Come sit at Their Table! Be named and constantly loved.

We don’t muster up oneness, nor do we construct our own names. Both exist in the Father’s Loving of His Son. Just be in their love together. That’s your forever already family. Amen.

That Space between them IS The Kingdom we preach, and it is relational love, between a good Father and His good Son. We are enabled to enter into that space by The Holy Spirit which Jesus sent to be in and with us.

The other remarkable thing about this prayer, is that overtly has the Trinity or community of the Three in it! He tells them I will send The Holy Spirit so you can know this Reality of love between my Father and Me. You don’t have to be religious or do anything to enter in. Just believe and receive. You are already included in Our Loving Family.

That we may be one with their Oneness!

That The Holy Spirit, even here in the midst of the interrupted world, enables us to enter The Father’s dear Loving of His Son….

That was Jesus’ last prayer for us. It is the most potent and kind prayer ever. And it is an invitation into their radically loving family.

The simplicity of the gospel is entirely contained in this overheard prayer: I am Loved by You Father, include all those who believe in Me in this love we have for one another!

Amen!

PS That they would have The Holy Spirit’s Joy which is knowing of our love for one another, and that this would instill in them good cheer and My Peace, so they can walk through the “world” around them inside of Our Love for One another! This loving family, which we already are, and always have been. Amen again.

Their loving Oneness is our home!

From Judaic studies today! Fun looking at the odd or peculiar mystical groups in the long religious stories! People who were trying to tap into the Reality behind the traditions. I love studying religious history and especially odd anomalies in them! And movements which had some style and didn’t lose their humor! Looking at those long locked, dancing ecstatic taking over NYC and comedy Jewish Hasidim today! The mystical Hasidic movement, were the “charismatics” of modern Judaism, and birthed folks like, Abraham, Heschel, Martin Buber and many artists such as Marc Chagall…

First major Hassidic (jewish mystical renewal movement of Central Europe) “church plant” in the Eretz—Rabbi Mendel from Vitebsk. Brought 300 students with him in 1777 and came to what was already the birthplace of Jewish mysticism—Tzfat, in northern Israel. So many mystics in one town, not sure how anything got done! But it led to a renewal movement within Judaism, that is still the fastest growing branch of Judaism in the world. How a mystic mows the lawn? Ecstatically, while floating!

Of course, Jewish mysticism itself was brought from the Sephardic (Spain and Portugal and a bit Northern Africa) Jews who were expelled from Spain and Northern Africa, round when old Columbus was sailing the ocean blue…and the Jews got kicked out of Spain and elsewhere in those parts! They settled in Tzfat in northern Israel and got down to mystical business-taking out the trash and mowing the lawn with God!

Been to this “Smurf town” Tzfat, as my hippie friends called it, many times. It has mostly blue doors now, hence the name. But the many movements which started in this small northern town renovated the face of what would become modern judaism! Regardless, of whether anyone’s lawn got mowed!

Wonder if the much later movement of Hasidism (popularized in NYC and America in general) which eventually took the streets and airwaves of NYC (and much of the comedy of SNL), who also moved to the same town 300 years later, gleaned a bit from these early mystics. Seems so. As The Hasid integrated the Kabbalah etc into mainstream orthodoxy. Very controversial then and now! Similar story with the mystics in the daughter religion Christianity of course! But they had more style! Religious renewal movements always have new styles! They kept dancing, still are! Dance on friends! And please, keep making bagels!

They tried to integrate Jewish mysticism into more orthodox tradition (floating but on the earth! A down to earth aerial dance team!), and came up with a blend which is still the fastest growing branch of modern Judaism! If it were a coffee blend, would be intense low and high tasting notes! And they seemed to have retained much of their humor in the the midst! And there long hair locks and cool hats not to mention cool dancing change whatever room they enter! Best Jews on the dance floor, by far!

These dancing floating Rabbis who the great painter Chagall made famous, as did Fiddler on the Roof etc. came early and adopted some things from those mystical friends from the west. Of course the Hasidic Jews were originally from Central Europe, so interesting that they got along with the sephardic immigrants. I’m sure the early house parties were awkward, but somehow it worked. Perhaps the God imminent part was shared! For, Sephardic and Ashkenazic Jews still have trouble dialoguing-even in modern Israel!

Anyway, having fun sitting with the tall hatted, long locked and great dancing Rabbis today! They got style, and certainly longevity! They can dance all night! Hope you are enjoying whatever you are studying and being inspired by these days friends! Keep dancing and being who you are!

In appreciation of Jazz, and all those who kept hearing the rhythms and long song of humanity…..which certainly must be a tragic comedy. From my cultural studies meditations today…..Ode to Jazz….

Watching a great documentary about the history of Jazz today—starting from West Africa. You immediately get, that because of all the oppression, they like the Jews, became a diaspora people, who especially in their music and cultural art, had to hang their harps and, in their case drums on foreign land’s branches.

But similarly, brought the mourning and overcoming of that suffering, and created new forms of art, which gave back to the world new forms of healing and life.

And they, through slavery and colonial displacement also went to Brazil and South America and influenced the formation of Salsa, Flamenco and so many other living forms of dance, music art and life! What a powerhouse people group in terms of sheer artistic impact alone!

Of course, there are many great jokes about the relationship between Jews and African descent folks. But, I will let them tell them-as both of those enormously influential and brilliant cultures earned the right to express and inform us about new forms of art and living well in suffering.

And it makes so much sense after getting historical context, why the African American community and the Jewish American community have so much to teach into our current climate of division.

We certainly need a new Jazz movement and some Neo-Klezmer music about now!

Good watch if you like cultural history and people groups who did not just overcome, but flourished even in the midst of great suffering. The blues comes from suffering, but implies a Living Hope, as one said. And rock and roll was just an emulation of what blues birthed. But, Jazz just taught the human imagination to dream in new patterns of being and ways!

I also wonder, if the other great diaspora displaced people groups-The Native Americans, for example-are also our current teachers. Being myself, partly of their decent.

Interesting how redemptive history is, and who become the true Wisdom voices which last through time! Thankful that generations kept playing regardless and invented Jazz—one of my favorite forms of music. So complex mathematically, but still emotional and essentially human! Keep it jazzy friends! And appreciate those who miraculously did!

Of course, i have a dear half brother who is African American, and I’ve experienced the echo of racism in this world, from many angles of the human room. But when i look at Jazz, it gives me hope that even in art, those boundaries of hatred can be overcome and healed. He writes books on the matter of racial reconciliation, but Jazz is another level of discourse which started long ago. I look forward to all these dividing walls dissolving so we can all be family, collaborate and make great art together! In the meantime, Jazz still helps!

I still stand by this statement I wrote when around 19 years old, about Jesus as The Circus Master and an avant garde artist! I saw myself as a missionary to the church and art worlds back then….gosh, I was so much older then! Jesus is avant garde, was my title to this little excerpt I stuck in my clown suitcase and guitar case back then….glad I found it again. I’m still interested in about the same things…..I was a bit too serious about it all back then, to really join the circus, but eventually I did work as a clown to get myself through college! True story!

My original intro to my ministry, as a missionary to the religious and artistic: those trying to get “delivered from religion-even freed from the art world- into creative freedom”. Those who want an authentic spirituality. Those who want to join the Real circus.
I like mystics and artists, and it appears to me that Jesus is the Ultimate of both! He is the mist that came into the mystics, and the art that enters the heart!
Jesus was/is avant garde. His church unfortunately has lacked some of His experimental and exploratory tendencies. I’ve always been drawn to creative explorers myself. People who were Reality and then came and taught about it, interest me. Folks who lived it first, then spoke about it. Their art is overflow from who they are. Jesus was like that. People who were from more than about. Being precedes expressing, as they say. Live it to teach it–Jesus was and is that sort of fellow.
Jesus made everything, and then came into everything. Can’t beat that for avant garde. He was the artist, then became the art!
People still want to go to the Circus of what’s Real. And people still need to become kid like to encounter God. And that implies freedom to be.
One critique most artist have of organized religion is that it lacks creativity and the ability to improvise! “Where the Spirit is, there is freedom.” The book says, but most of institutional religion lacks freedom. Even freedom to be—ontological freedom! Much less freedom of expression or all the prized values of the West. Jesus knew He was loved, and He knew His own Name. That allowed Him to explore, to grow in Wisdom, which He was, and understanding, which He also was. That’s mysterious to me.
But one thing it models is that we are here to explore in relationship who we are, and who others are, and in this aquarium of wonder which we live within, to be in awe might be the highest calling.
Jesus was a circus Master, but the circus left town, and we were left with was some rules and buildings. But somewhere, He is juggling and the animals are dancing around Him. Somewhere, people are free to be. Somewhere there is an endless supply of cotton candy in every color imaginable. Somewhere there is an art gallery which never ends, an exploratorium which never runs out of wonder. That’s where He is. Or, at least that’s where I live, under the enormous Big Top!
And Jesus is often in the alleyways outside the churches and galleries, just waiting for a q and a with the Artist to occur!

We all do different things with our Summer’s. Here’s what mine’s been like thus far. Always good to do an update so you can be thankful for all that is given seasonable by Grace. Here’s what I’ve been up to this season:

This Summer I’ve been pooling in these studies: existentialism as it relates to 20th C art; finding the philosophers behind each major art movement; early church history, (especially the more Eastern Orthodox and Coptic writers) the Jewish mystical (experiencing the Imminence of God—these guys are the charismatic of modern Judaism) movement Hasidism and how it survived and grew, and looking again at the centrality of The Trinity in a practical way.
I love learning how Christ dialogues with each art and philosophical movement, and enjoys people seeking the why and how to live well.
In addition reading fairy tales and historical novels! My wife and I read fairy tales to one another at night—before George Macdonald, now on to Madeline Engle’s lovely five volumes of wise and other worldly works! Her’s somewhere between fairy tale and early sc-fi! Good stuff. She was smart and kind, and knew language and history well.
And also trying to memorize parts of the Psalms in Hebrew, as I continue to take modern Hebrew on line from Jerusalem and Tel Aviv! I’ve gotten to intermediate level, which is fun, as I can try to do crosswords in Hebrew, which was my Summer goal.
My brain and heart are stimulated. And I’ve had so much time to pray and encourage friends from around the world during these slant times! Plenty time to learn to listen, which to me is what prayer is. I feel like my prayer life has become even more foundational to everything else I get to collaborate on! Have met several artist who are working with the Ukrainian situation, and hope to do some more projects focusing on this important tale of our times. And to let art be part of the healing process.
Now to get back out in the field next week towards Europe and dear friends. Also, got to be involved in some cool photo projects this summer, documenting people’s art and stories, and telling stories of our times through art!
Life is rich, even in the wilderness like heat here! Gotta keep growing to know. What a wonder knowledge and this beautiful world is. Nice to manage a trip over to Israel in the midst of these times as well. I’m thankful that wonder and increase of knowledge never end!
Also got to finish three classes on line, one with Robert Alter, the translator, one on jewish versus greek modes of knowing with Brueggeman, then another from Hebrew university on secular versus religious zionism. And then locally, with the Presbyterians a class on second temple Judaism as a context for the New Testament. Ok, it has been a busy season in my heart and mind. But I feel the lines of learning integrating into wonder!
And it’s fun to be aware of what themes you are circling around each season! And to take note of what your heart is being drawn into seasonally!.
In the meantime, have been writing up some of my God stories from life, and being at wonder at His version of my life instead of mine. I’m working towards a memoir, but more from The Narrator’s perspective than mine. Trying to see my own life from His Perspective. Very meaningful spiritual practice for me.
I even got to review a few books for an old professor friend of mine who has focused on Van Gogh’s spiritual journey for over forty years.
His books are great, and it was an honor to get to listen to his insights about a “failed pastor’s son” who journeyed out loud through his art, and later got famous. And to be back in contact with this elder after so many years.
That wonderful trip to Israel with my whole family, and my wife’s continued enjoyment of learning and teaching design, clothing and spirituality on line, has left me happy and strangely joyful in a clamorous season on earth. She’s a poetic wonder, and continues to flourish forwards in Him, and has just grown as a practical mystical alive teacher, and great artist! I’m thankful. God must love me.
My mom’s health was good enough to make it up Via Dolorosa and she was so present in His Presence throughout our whole pilgrimage to Israel this year. Plus, less tourist meant you could actually encounter Him in all the popular spaces. Once again I was transformed by being with Him in that special touched Land.
It’s been a rich season for me. And I’m extremely thankful for my health on many levels. And His faithfulness to myself and my wife, and His felt Presence around and over and in us, daily!
We are doing some more pod-cast on authentic spirituality, and God as relationship. Staying real, in short. Staying real with The Real.
She is working on a project on knowing His Sabbath, and on how to meet The Father personally. Should be good!
Bless you with whatever is bringing you passion in Him. God is uninterrupted by our times, and is forever in friendship with those who want to be. More updates soon. Just thankful today for this season we are in, and all new areas within us that will be formed and informed by Our Brother and Friend Jesus.
Thanks makes room for Praise, and God always inhabits the praises of His People, as they say! Thankful for this season. Hope yours is resplendent as well friends! Although I know it’s been a season of suffering for many. Joy is fortunately tethered to the same pole.
We lost my dear uncle this season, but he ended so well, and as always with class. Many other friends have passed through as well during all this. I at times, am shocked to still be here to bear witness to another season, and hopefully many more, of His Wonders while here!
More soon friends, but hope you are finding things to be thankful for in the midst! Gratitude makes a way. And each of us is named, claimed and loved right now! Rough weather makes good timber, as they say where I’m from. To the stars through difficulties. But also, Love is uninterrupted!
We continue to pray for many of you weekly, as we do our part to make the garden grow! Let’s keep inspiring, encouraging and instructing one another hourly in whatever mediums we are given to megaphone love through!!!! Much love, Derek