What if the night before Ferris, Sloane, and Cameron had visited the museum, the Seurat points started a debate? We remember it, the scene where Cameron—a high-school kid clad in a Red Wings Jersey, one who knew nothing of the majesty of art—stands mesmerized by the precision of pointillism. But what if the scene had been different?
What if the greens, claiming to be the substance of the picnic scene, had squeezed against the blues, pinks, and yellows until the non-green dots jumped suicidally from the canvas? What would Cameron have seen? If the painting was relegated to dull green, homogenous points, would it have taken center stage in that scene of the iconic 80’s movie?
Isn’t it true that the greatest desire of the body of Christ ought to be to point to the Majestic, one and only true God? All glory and honor?
“I in them and you in me. May they be brought to complete unity to let the world know that you sent me and have loved them even as you have loved me.” (John 17:23)
Yes, some of us feel but a flaky piece of skin on your elbow, Lord, and yet the world is watching.
Lately I wonder what the world sees of us in the blog world. It’s beautiful, yes, to know what we believe and why we believe it, but some crusades make believers into glory hounds.
If we were a great painting, today I’d be a dot on the underside of the dog’s belly, and you might be the brightest spot in reflecting waters, but even then, each part makes the whole a masterpiece that points to the Great Original Artist.
Let us not elevate the banners of Sunday-dress wearing, housecleaning, tongue-speaking, orphan-caring, or any other (well-intentioned) gong-clanging thing above the Banner of Love that Christ has put over us. Let us wave it first, and then those other things won’t be nauseating gongs but rather reflections of GOD, and let us not paint by numbers, petting our points,and negatively confuse the graceful for “liberals” or the doctrinal for the “dogmatic.”