As disciples of Christ, we must cultivate the rhythms, attitudes, and disciplines that align our hearts with the pulse of God’s story. As his children, we must celebrate the work that He has done and give thanks for everything, and often. And as created beings, we must create. We create to process, we create to share, we create to worship. We create so that what is known can be deeply integrated into our souls and throughout our lives. We create because we are created in the image of our Creator.
The City On a Hill A story by Laurèn Heffner
These original characters were created for our Kids Prayer Book, written by Laurèn Heffner and Illustrated by Allisah Solorio. To request your own copy of the book email firstname.lastname@example.org.
Also within that book, you will find Allisah’s visual representation of the Biblical story arch. This one shown above is the moment of creation.
This beautiful little lamb was created by Allisah Solorio as part of our Advent 2017.
This beautiful piece was created by Ashley Soto for our Advent 2018 series at Redeemer Church.
Each week of the Advent series represents a different part of the Messianic Prophesy in Isaiah 9. Ashley’s job as the artist was to visually represent each part of the prophecy.
God Is All-Powerful
Impossible storms. Endless seas.
More than a few times I’ve found myself trapped.
Clinging to the capsized boat, back against the sea,
immobilized at the shores of an impassible river,
marooned, abandoned, longing to be free.
But the trap is a lie. You have promised the truth.
When I pass through the waters, You will be with me.
You are more endless than the ocean, stronger then the sea.
You make it rain, you part the waves–my God–creation’s reigning King.
You gather chaos into a designated place
You part seas until they become my valley in the deep,
your soldiers in my battle, your glory in my enemy’s defeat.
At your word, rivers become walls, my fixed path into promised territory.
Ocean walking, storm commanding, Officer of the deep
You create. You defy. You are my everything.
With you there are no impossible storms
You are the only endless sea.
The Jealous Artist
T.S. Eliot once said,
“the purpose of literature
is to turn blood into ink.”
I suppose the same could be said
of any maker and their art—
the substance comes when
something in you,
a defining essence,
a visceral feeling
is given a frame,
fleshed out with
and varying hues
until you can see
that something inside of you.
I am the blood of God
inked into existence.
Every push and pull
of his hand upon the clay
is intentional. He is no novice.
The earth obeys his touch.
He is the master
I am his workmanship,
the poetry of his heart.
To corrupt the design
is to dishonor the maker.
He is jealous for me.
And as I return to Him
The art of my essence
grows pure and strong.
I am his design and I shall
honor him with every breath.