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.
In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. 2. He was in the beginning with God. 3. All things were made through Him, and without Him nothing was made that was … Read More
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.
It seemed that I had stepped into stepped into a time warp 45 years back to the past. Baby Boomers being chauffeured by their grown babies were being dropped off at the curb. In the Sunken Gardens of the courthouse, Graying hippies were calling the community to activism under the thread-bear banner of an encircled, inverted broken cross aka: peace sign.