“So, what does a Bugatti have to do with the gospel?” The fake Bugatti looked good from a distance, but under close scrutiny, it became apparent that it was a fraud. The most powerful microscope is located in Berkley, California. It;s an electron microscope which cost $27 million and can view things 100’s of times smaller than a human hair. True Christianity based on a relationship with Jesus, plus a knowledge and adherence to the scriptures can withstand the closest investigation under a spiritual electron microscope.
A tricked-out Cadillac Escalade pulled into the intersection and stopped, blocking traffic behind it. One brave (or unsuspecting) motorist several cars back honked. The SUV didn’t move until a young man standing on the corner swaggered up to it. He reached into the passenger window and handed the driver something. In exchange, the driver handed the young man a big roll of money. This is where I had come to paint en plein air and seek the lost.
Blinds blinked open in the hillside homes. Squinting, people peered out through the slats at the morning spectacle, eyeing their tattered and transient neighbors while constantly assessing their threat levels; evening orange, red nights and amber mornings. Anxiety lived on both sides of the blinds, except for the few free people who live without blinds, transparent to see as to be seen.
I pitched my easel to paint en plein air at a gas station across from the car wash on the corner of Fair Oaks and Woodbury in Pasadena, CA. This was the site where I had a verbal altercation a few months earlier with a young man (instigated by his girlfriend) which could have led to a violent end. Since the devil tried to put me in a deadly situation at that gas station, I figured it would be a good place to return with the life-giving gospel. I went back to paint and preach Jesus to curious onlookers.
“Excuse me, I’m interested in what you’re saying,” Said the lady waiting in line. “Would you speak louder so I can hear you better.” “Come on over,” I said as I waved her my direction. “I can’t get out of line,” she answered. I thought to myself; ‘If I didn’t know God’s purpose for my life, but overheard someone telling how I could find it, I’d get out of line,’ Apparently the physical food she was standing in line to receive meant more than the spiritual food I was serving up.