Jazz Fest
It’s jazz fest down in here in New Orleans and I wanted to show my support with a quick jazz painting. I played the saxophone in highschool and college and love the raspiness of the instrument. But down here, the sax players are unbelievable. Their fingers move a mile a minute. I think it’s all that crawfish eating–pulling tails from torsos. I heard a guy make his saxophone sound like a duck the other day–QUACK QUACK QUACK.
I’m currently on chapter 6 of my new book, Godology. It’s easy, sometimes, for writers to breeze through chapters without letting the subject matter really sink in. But for some reason, this book is making me slow down to really engage the character and nature of God. I’m discovering that the deeper I go, the more I get sucked in. For example, this chapter is on God’s holiness. I’m finding that God’s holiness is much more serious, and even dangerous, than I previously expected. To be in the presence of a holy God could cost you your life–like Uzzah in I Chronicles 13:7. Yet, the mystery of salvation is that the Holy God, the One who lives in “unapproachable light” flickered to earth as a man. Holiness found a very human place to live.