The Problem of Aesthetics is the Pleasant Preoccupation of the Content –

“For his anger is but for a moment, and his favor is for a lifetime. Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy comes with the morning.”

– Psalm 30:5

The first day of winter has brought us the first falling of snow. It is an inescapable reminder of the vividness of creation, as Christ upholds it. He makes all things new.

God is merciful in the changing of seasons. For we are so prone to complacency in our fallen condition that we are like whitewashers of an entirely different sort. We don’t coat our fallow ground with an insulating blanket to reflect the brilliance of light, which brings the warmth of hope, until the plow comes in its season. No, our coating is a vain deadening that knows no end. It pretends peace and if it knows anything of light, it is only in refraction.

It takes a God given change in the whole landscape to finally cause me to stop my efforts to create beauty and sit silently to behold His.

Travel can induce a kind of artificial contentment. What beauty we refuse to see in our own backyard often screams at us from across an ocean. What sorrow a painter would feel if he knew his masterwork was finally hauled up to the attic, to make friends with the dust, in return for his generosity in loaning it for so long.

“The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.”

– Lamentations 3:22-23

He knows our fickle hearts and has compassion on us. His paint has not only colour – but – movement and life; always fluid to meet us where we are. Joy is a mercy that is new every morning for those whose eyes have been opened to light and blinded to darkness.

Snow-blind,

C. W.


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