Poem: A Christmas Gift for Artists
This year, I give you artists out there something surprising…
A Shovel
Yes, a shovel.
I summon you, in 2025, to dig those God-given gifts, skills, and talents out of the ground. Put them to use.
No matter how far you have to dig,
how much broken cement obstructs the way,
how many bugs must be sliced,
how much mud and clay coats them…
Do not allow them to remain in the ground.
Do not plateau.
Do not compare yourself to Noah, digging for “seemingly no reason.”
Do not continue to walk over the sacred ground they lie beneath.
The Master may grant us yet another year to excavate, wipe clean, and make use.
Though he is clean, he looks for dirted hands.
He has custom-ready recipients your tools align perfectly with.
This is what he holds us accountable to.
