Confessions of a Quirky Christian Artist

I've been thinking a lot lately about how I can do the most important job that God has given me. Not the one I get paid for, or my future aspirations for starting a society shaping entertainment company. No, the mission field in my own home. I've got two boys who need to brought up in the "discipline and instruction of the Lord." (Ephesians 6:4) Taking a survey of my life reveals that there are two ways one can measure their success in life. You can judge success by societies standards of education, career advancement, wealth, and happy family life. Or you can look at it like God does… and He doesn't seem to care at all about any of those things. Jesus didn't call the educated to be His disciples. He told them to give up their careers. He told the rich young ruler who had followed all the laws that the only way he could enter the kingdom of God was to sell everything he owned and follow Him. He said those who don't hate their family a

We had our six monthiversary on the first. I still can’t believe the way God blessed me and my family with Heather. It’s one of those things that makes it impossible for me to complain about anything. Having a woman who loves and supports you and who was hand picked by God for you is better than anything I can imagine. They say after six months the honeymoon period ends and real life begins. But I think our kids effectively suppressed any sort of honeymoon period we may have had. I generally associate newly-wedded bliss with things like time to focus on each other and long romantic encounters. Well, we do our best, but these things come less often then they do to less distracted couples. Any, at this point we are supposed to stop seeing the quirky things our spouse does as cute, and start finding them annoying. Those differences that we reveled in now getting under our skin. Well, that hasn’t happened to me yet. I love my bouncy, bubbly, emotional, frustra

I’m on vacation in Moses Lake with Heather’s family. It’s spring break so I’m trying to minimize the amount of time she has to be alone with the boys. As the longer you have to watch them, the more annoying their boyhood propensities become. One of our usual activities while here is visiting some of Heather’s old childhood friends. Well, the ones who still care. (And some who don’t.) Well I heard a comment second hand from one of them that they thought I was stand-offish since I usually have a sketchbook or a little claw, arm, hand, etc. to sculpt on. This is certainly understandable, and I feel bad that it’s interpreted that way. It’s something that my ex never accepted about me. She simply decided to change that aspect of me. But after I gained my freedom from her mold, and was able to slowly re-shape myself I’m sure I dropped some of the positive attributes that came along with being controlled. Since I don’t seem to care about other’s opinions of me as much

Last night a death blow was dealt to my faith. I was finally confronted with information SO radical, SO profound, and SO earth-shattering that I had no other choice but to deny my most deeply held beliefs. I'm guessing this happened because I had the TV on in the background while I was sculpting. God must be punishing me for watching TV again… NO WAIT!!! I forgot: there is no God. It's going to take me awhile to get used to this change of belief systems. So what was this news that was powerful enough to rip the blinders from my eyes? What could turn an ardent believer into a shivering wreck of a man with no faith? The Gospel of Judas! Dun-dun-duuuuuuuun! That's right. Last night I heard 3 different reports about this late-breaking news story. It turns out that in 3 or 4 hundred A.D. someone wrote a book called the Gospel of Judas! And it says Jesus ASKED Judas to turn Him over to the authorities!!! AS THOUGH JESUS KNEW HE WAS GOING TO DIE!!!