The Power of the Pen

We destroy arguments and every lofty opinion raised against the knowledge of God, and take every thought captive to obey Christ … 2 Corinthians 10:5

Ink is intense, powerful, and permanent.  It is like the God of Abraham, Issac and Jacob. He is undeniable, majestic and everlasting.

When I arrived at the pen medium — in my art sabbatical with the Lord — my hand had become more steady because of prior precision work.  Experience breeds confidence.  I needed it.  Erasers do not work with pen.

I won’t lie.  I did start each piece with pencil, and only after the details were worked out did I switch to the more unforgiving medium.

In August of 2017, I purchased a new journal bible.  I was starved.  I dug in like never before.  My fresh eyes devoured it for hours on end. I wanted to know Him.  I wanted to read, then believe, shucking off the traditions of men and false teaching I had acquired along the Christian walk like a backpack filling up with rocks. Illustrating the bible helped me to see.  My eyes were opened and my mouth was aghast.  I had been reading the bible since I was 28 years old, but I had missed so much!  I had no idea.

My Father’s word is packed with illustrations!  He is a grand illustrator as evidenced by Genesis, Exodus, Joshua and Hosea to name a few.  Oh yes, the explosive and amazing book of Revelation is loaded, and sketching it out is pretty fascinating.  Jesus, like his father, gave us parables to illustrate the kingdom of heaven. As my mentor says, it is how children learn, and we are His children.

My Father drives things home for me.  As an artist, I relish clear illustrations fully equipped with contrast like my pen drawings.  His illustrations are timely, also.  I had been chewing on the concept that believers are privileged to explore God’s house and its entirety.  Because of Jesus the Messiah, we can come on in to the Holy of Holies.  My God recently gave us a gift to illustrate the point.  A starving, dehydrated “street pup” showed up out of nowhere to the Heckler Hotel.  The first night she spent outside by the pool with a compassionate teen boy and his sleeping bag. They bonded.  The next night I invited her into my basement studio blockaded off with a baby gate.  I eventually removed the gate, fully expecting her to walk around and check out the basement.  She did not.  She was afraid of the painted concrete floors.  It took me weeks to coax her upstairs.  At that point, she only hung out by the front door.  Whenever she set a paw in a different room, we showered her with praises.  It has been quite some time, and there are still rooms she has not explored.

My Father has saved me from the elements and has invited me into his house.  He wants to show me some things but is patient and gentle.  I have hung out with the crowd in the foyer for years, but it is time for me to look around the house! He is thrilled when I step into a new room. Like a pup, I am gawky, awkward and a little intimidated, but I now have great desire to check out the plethora of amazing spaces.  It is exciting.  He has so much to show me.  Thank you, Abba, for your illustrations.

Ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you. Matthew 7:7

You are a hiding place for me; you preserve me from trouble; you surround me with shouts of deliverance.

Psalm 32:7