Sometimes I just sit in my home “office” staring at my wall of collected musical instruments. I don’t play any of them. I just like them.
It seems nostalgic, yet, real.
It started with a casual garage sale purchase, but now I want a mural of music making contraptions. Granted, most are non-functioning wall hangers, but when I stare at them, I wonder, imagining the sound of each instrument as deaf music flows to hearing ears.
Whether a solo, or a symphony of organized noise produced by metal, wood and strings, sometimes I hear it. Continue reading Hear the Music→
It was a brainchild for a number of years. He imagined an art exhibit with nothing but Jesus pictures.
But who would come? And where would he get all the pictures?
He began collecting. Originals, copies, professional, homemade, any and all works that in some form or fashion displayed Jesus.
He had almost 40. All different and unique, but it wasn’t enough, so he threw a wider net. His congregation caught a vision to celebrate together, and at the same time, reach out to the community on Easter weekend.
Members, friends, families began to offer and loan their works of Jesus art for a museum quality exhibit.
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