The paint is still wet on the canvas.
The colors glisten in the sun.
Texture and technique equal vibrancy extraordinaire.
The Artist has created brilliance.
But instead of putting down His brush, He waves it over His creation and breathes directly into the painting. The colors receive His breath and begin to move. Rhythm gives birth to shape. Silhouettes become personalities. Life explodes through the canvas.
It’s a masterpiece. What the Artist has captured is beyond your imagination. You don’t want to blink for fear of missing something.
As your focus intensifies . . . you’re able to see beyond the kaleidoscope of vivacity . . . and you’re stunned.
You’re looking at you.
The Artist has included you in His painting.
It’s hard to swallow.
Your heart is racing.
How is this possible?
It may be hard to believe . . .
but breathe a sigh of relief, because it’s true.
YOU are inside the greatest painting in the world.
In fact, even before the Artist picked up His brush,
you were on His mind.
He knew the color of your hair before He painted it.
He saw your laugh lines before sketching them.
He places so much value in who you are, that He never thought twice about placing you in His creation. In fact, if you look a little closer, you’ll see a resemblance between you and the Artist . . . for He fashioned everything in this masterpiece after His own image.
YOU are in the painting.
YOU are part of the masterpiece.
YOU have reason to rejoice.
As you study the work before you,
it begins to move . . . and you realize this is not a still painting.
It’s a moving piece of art.
Let’s not simply look at the painting or admire it from a distance.
Transformation never comes from simply viewing.
The Artist has extended His hand.
He has issued the invitation.
Will you join Him?
He invites you inside the masterpiece.
Look around. Characters are moving swiftly now.
The Artist Himself is quickening. He’s engaged. He, too, is inside the painting. And He’s moving more rapidly than anything else on the canvas.
What’s He doing?
Notice every detail.
This is all about you.
Soak it in.
The Artist is shifting everything in the painting to get to you.
From His vantage point, it’s you on center stage.
The painting revolves around you.
He’s literally moving heaven and earth to get to you.
He’s chasing you.
He wants you.
He’s calling you by name.
Allow yourself to be captured
captivated by Him.
It’s all about you.
If you were the only one in all the world to paint . . .
He’d still use the richest, most vibrant, all-expensive colors
It’s all about you.
You’re the one for whom He died.
You’re the one for whom He refused to stay in the tomb.
You’re the one for whom He has purchased the new canvas.
You’ll meet some fascinating personalities affected by the Artist.
You’ll become part of the story inside the stories the Artist has breathed onto the canvas.
Accept His invitation inside the painting.
Discover your story by learning His.
Along the way, you’ll engage in 18 encounters that prove
it really is
(The above is the introduction to my new book Masterpiece: 18 Encounters With Jesus That Prove It’s All About You)
God spoke a lot about a man’s heart.
Know it by heart . . .
When you break someone’s heart
He’ll want a heart-to-heart with you.
David was a man after God’s own heart
But he soon had a heavy heart
After breaking God’s heart.
From the bottom of his heart
He had a change of heart.
David crossed his heart
That he would follow God’s heart
With all of his heart.
And God still refers to him as a man after His own heart.
Cool how God finds it in His heart to forgive, forget and restore!
• Michael J. Fox’s middle name is Andrew.
• My middle name is Sue. (No, it’s not Susie Sue. Susie is my nickname for Sue. I’ve always been called Susie. My first name is Marjorie—after my mother.)
• Twelve percent of all the Coca-Cola in America is drunk at breakfast.
• That God collects your tears (see Psalm 56:8)
• Anthophobia is the fear of flowers. (I’m glad I don’t have anthophobia! I love flowers. My favorites are roses. Around my front porch area, I have several rose bushes in bloom. I’m growing pink, yellow, red, orange, light green, peach, white and even purple.)
• There are some things God can’t do. He can’t go against His nature of holiness. He can’t lie. He can’t sleep. He can’t fail. He can’t lose. He can’t stop thinking about you. And He can’t be blamed if you don’t make it to heaven.
• Summer on Neptune lasts for 40 years! But the temperature is minus 328 degrees Fahrenheit.
• If you’ll read three chapters of the Bible every day, and if you’ll read five chapters every Sunday, in one year you will have read the entire Bible.
Have you read the Bible in its entirety? Some folks make it a priority to do this every year. I know an evangelist who reads his Bible several times through in a year.
My pastor mentioned in one of his sermons that many Christians don’t read the Bible at all—except for what’s flashed on the screen each Sunday in church.
Where are you with reading the Bible?
There’s a tan spot on the outside of my hand that I’ve had for a few years. It just looks like an age spot, and I never thought twice about it—until the other day when I happened to touch it and noticed that it was slightly raised.
I made an appointment with the dermatologist only to find out it’s “nothing to worry about.”
But as I left his office I couldn’t help but think, Better safe than sorry. I mean, it’s good to be careful, right?
God is calling us to be this careful in our spiritual lives.
What kind of boundaries are we establishing?
When we hear or see something on TV that goes against His character, shouldn’t we be repulsed?
JUST WHAT IF we took the same measures when seeing something we shouldn’t that we do when we see something suspicious on our bodies? “Oh, no! It’s harmful. Get rid of it.”
I realize we can’t help but be “in the world.” But, of course, Christ calls us not to become part OF the world.
That can be a fine line, can’t it?
Are you drawing the line where it needs to be drawn?
I’d love to know your thoughts.
Conversation with my 93-year-old aunt:
ME: Do you have your list for Walgreens?
AUNT: Yes, but you’ll just have to be patient as I get in the car. It takes me a while.
ME: I won’t close the door until you’re in.
AUNT: I have to walk slowly because of my asthma.
ME: You mean your arthritis?
AUNT: No, my asthma.
ME: Are you having trouble breathing?
ME: It’s not asthma. It’s arthritis. You’re having trouble walking.
AUNT: That’s why I should be driving.
Once in a while all of us get our words mixed up.
Is it asthma or arthritis?
Is it behoove or bemean?
Accept or except?
You’re or your?
When I can’t think of the right word, I just make up a new one and keep going.
Unfortunately, many have forgotten the word Christian and what it truly means.
If we’re temporarily “taking a break from Jesus” can we still call ourselves Christian?
If we’re not striving to live as Christ lived, is it right to call ourselves Christian?
What IS a Christian?
Isn’t a Christian one who is a Christ-follower?
One who takes on the name of Christ?
One who surrenders his or her life to the authority of Christ?
One who begins to live like . . . act like . . . look like . . .
even smell like Christ?
Ephesians 5:2 tells us that Christ is a fragrant aroma.
And 2 Corinthians 2:15 explains that WE are the aroma of Christ to the world.
I want to start looking like my heavenly Daddy.
Years ago, Alexander the Great ruled most of the known world. The story is told, one night he was walking the guard duty because he couldn’t sleep.
The Roman guards were told that if they had guard duty and they fell asleep while on duty, it was punishable by death. As the leader of the whole Roman Empire walked around that night because he couldn’t sleep, he found a guard who had become so exhausted—and thinking that nobody would ever know—he had fallen asleep.
Alexander the Great kicked the guy in the side and the young Roman solider looked up, petrified. He recognized the face of who he was looking at, and he knew there was no hope. He would be dead within 24 hours.
Alexander the Great looked at him and said furiously, “Solider, what’s your name?”
Terrified, the young man whispered, “My name is Alexander, Sir.”
Alexander the Great looked at him and history reports that he said, “Then solider, either change your conduct or change your name.”
Do you think God could be saying the same thing to us?
“Christian! Change your conduct, or change your NAME.”
Change your lifestyle . . . or change your name.
Change your habits . . . or change your name.
Jesus, I want to act like You—
REACT like You . . .
Live like You
Smell like You.
I often fall so short.
Please help me never to forget what the word Christian means
and how much it cost You to give me Your name.
Thoughts to this blog post?
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