Welcome! You have accidentally reached the blog of a heteroclite follower of Jesus: dave wainscott. I'm
"pushing toward the unobvious" as I post thinkings/linkings
re: Scripture, church and culture. Hot topics include: temple tantrums, time travel, sexuality/spirituality, U2kklesia, role of the pastor, God-haunted music/art..and subversive videos like these.
"I was in England during World War I, moneyless and miserable. My wife, who is younger and more courageous than I am, said 'Let's go to a museum for relief.' There was destruction in the whole world. Not only were bombs being dropped on London--but every day we heard of another city being destroyed. Devastation, ruins, the annihilation of a world becoming poorer and sadder. That was bitter. I looked at Rembrandt's last self-portrait: so hideous and broken; so horrible and hopeless; and so wonderfully painted. All at once it came to me: to be able to look at one's fading self in the mirror--see nothing--and paint oneself as the néant,the nothingness of man. What a miracle, what an image! In that I found courage and new youth. 'Holy Rembrandt,' I said. Indeed, I owe my life only to the artists." -Oskar Kokoschka, in Horst Gerson, Rembrandt Paintings, p. 478. Told in Henri Nouwen and Walter Gaffen's "Aging," p. 91