In the middle of my pastor’s Sunday morning message on Battlefield of the Mind, a young child began to cry loudly. A few moments went by and the child continued to cry. Probably realizing that the cries were distracting others … Read More
I pitched my easel to paint en plein air next to the liquor store. The scene in front of me was an auto parts store planted in a forest of telephone poles. A sleek, gold-colored sports car pulled up. An very attractive young black woman with skin two shades darker than her tinted windows got out. She walked up next to me and silently watched me paint. For several minutes, no words were exchanged as she looked on. I noticed even more how very attractive she was, but not in a glamorous way. She was poised and articulate. I reminded myself that I was a Christian with a beautiful wife and loving children at home.
I didn’t sense God’s leading me to go out and paint en plein air today; it was more a personal desire to paint a scene I had intended to paint on two other occasions but never started. The site was … Read More
I took center stage and pitched my easel on the corner of Hollywood Blvd. and Western Ave. to seek the lost and paint en plein air. The place I painted from was the Red Line tram stop. Most people seemed … Read More
I had other onlookers, but the ones for whom God had sent me to on that busy street were Art and Adam. Art was small wiry young man with a tough street-wise demeanor. Adam was a brown-skin young man with muscles bulging out of his sleeveless tee-shirt.
I skipped the small talk and, using the ‘Talent Search’ tract as a launching pad’, began talking to them about Jesus. Art was convinced that the two of them were lost and hopeless causes. Adam, though not as fatalistic about their plight, but could not see how he could possibly live a Godly life in such a wicked world.