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He Paints

The whole of human creativity cannot begin to touch the Glory of His design.

One moment pressed, no seared into my memory, my heart, is revelation of this truth.  We were at my favorite place, The Getty Museum in Los Angeles.  We’d spent the whole day there taking in some of the greatest giftings of mankind.  Mediums of all kinds; canvas, paper, clay, stone, wood, metal, books (among my favorite!) and more…  All manner of style represented; from the Masters in oils, to water colors, to interactive pieces, to light playing on pages, photography, smooth polished stone, intricately carved woods…  Something to speak to everyone.  So, what was the piece de resistance that captured my fullest attention?

It was later afternoon and we were in the photography gallery and I suddenly realized the time.  We left quickly to head upstairs and out to the outcropping I’d scoped out earlier in the day.  The place I intended to be to celebrate the perfect ending to a lovely day.  If you’ve not yet visited the Getty, then you’re missing something truly amazing…

The whole surface of the magnificent place is covered in all types of finishes of travertine.  In and of itself it’s lovely. But there is a short window during the day that it is transformed over & over in brilliance. (Like us as Holy Spirit works out God’s perfect will in us..)

We took in the glory of God’s design at sunset over the Pacific Ocean.  The glory reflecting off the travertine behind us and like watching a ping-pong match we toggled between His Glory and It being reflected off a thing of beauty.  Captivating!  So this was the moment pressed forever into my mind?  Yes and no.

After a few moments of awe, I took notice of my surroundings, then the moment came.  Throngs of people everywhere, hardly space between them, enrapt as well with the masterpiece that God had made that eve.  A reverent hush hovered in the air as the colors faded. To us, so grand, to God so simple it doesn’t even leave its mark for an hour, let alone eternity.  Quietly we slipped back into the main courtyard and turned to look at the crowds still lingering.  It seemed everyone left the galleries of priceless art and gathered to see the fleeting brush strokes of our great and mighty God.  It still leaves me breathless.  Man, made in the image of God creates, but the Creator will always outshine any creation…

Every sunrise & sunset remind me of it.  To God be the Glory!


  1. It's wonderful to see His glory though the lenses of your word and heart.

  2. It's wonderful to see His glory though the lenses of your word and heart.


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