Archive for September, 2012

September 14, 2012

God the Artist: Sensitivity

“For we do not have a high priest who is unable to empathize with our weaknesses, but we have one who has been tempted in every way, just as we are—yet he did not sin” (Hebrews 4:15 NLT).

“Surely he took up our pain
and bore our suffering,
yet we considered him punished by God,
stricken by him, and afflicted.
But he was pierced for our transgressions,
he was crushed for our iniquities;
the punishment that brought us peace was on him,
and by his wounds we are healed” (Isaiah 53:4-5 NLT).

I don’t know. God just “gets it.” Even when nobody else does.

September 14, 2012

God the Artist: Passion

“For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believes in Him, should not perish, but have everlasting life” (John 3:16 KJV/NKJV).

“You see, at just the right time, when we were still powerless, Christ died for the ungodly. Very rarely will anyone die for a righteous person, though for a good person someone might possibly dare to die. But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us” (Romans 5:6-8 NLT).

“God’s love is meteoric,
his loyalty astronomic,
His purpose titanic,
his verdicts oceanic.
Yet in his largeness
nothing gets lost;
Not a man, not a mouse,
slips through the cracks.

 How exquisite your love, O God!”

(Psalm 36, The Message)

(NOTE: I almost never use MSG, but I was reading it last month as I cycled through the Psalms and well, this hit me).

“I have loved you with an everlasting love;
I have drawn you with unfailing kindness” (Jeremiah 31:3).

When I think about God’s passion, I also think about His attention to detail…

September 13, 2012

God the Artist: Creative

“The heavens and the earth were completed in all their vast array” (Genesis 2:1).

“Then the Lord God formed a man from the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living being” (Genesis 2:7).

“Then the Lord God made a woman from the rib he had taken out of the man, and he brought her to the man” (Genesis 2:22).

“When I consider your heavens,
the work of your fingers,
the moon and the stars,
which you have set in place,
 what is mankind that you are mindful of them,
human beings that you care for them?” (Psalm 8:3-4)

“The heavens declare the glory of God;
the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
 Day after day they pour forth speech;
night after night they reveal knowledge.
 They have no speech, they use no words;
no sound is heard from them.
Yet their voice goes out into all the earth,
their words to the ends of the world.
In the heavens God has pitched a tent for the sun.
It is like a bridegroom coming out of his chamber,
like a champion rejoicing to run his course.
 It rises at one end of the heavens
and makes its circuit to the other;
nothing is deprived of its warmth” (Psalm 19:1-6).

“For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
 My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place,
when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
 Your eyes saw my unformed body;
all the days ordained for me were written in your book
before one of them came to be” (Psalm 139:13-16).

“For we are God’s handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do” (Ephesians 2:10).

I’m kind of an astrophysics geek. I love planets, stars, constellations, galaxies, nebula, novas. One day earlier this year, as I was praising God for His immense creation, I heard Him say, “You are more valuable to me than all of that.”

September 12, 2012

God the Artist: Vision

I’m releasing a little series: God the Artist.  It’s minimalistic. I want to let you do your thinking and I’ll do mine.

“The earth was formless and empty, and darkness covered the deep waters. And the Spirit of God was hovering over the surface of the waters” (Genesis 1:2 NLT).

What was He thinking about there, hovering over the surface of the waters? The universe. The galaxies. The solar systems. Our solar system. The planets. Our planet. The human story. Me.

September 7, 2012

Hugo: A Comment On Purpose

***SPOILER ALERT***: My reviews are intended to get art-observers to engage with what they have already seen and heard and may include some spoilers.  So if you haven’t seen Hugo yet, and don’t want to know what happens, you probably don’t want to read this post.


I enjoyed every minute of Hugo. At the risk of sounding like Donald Trump, I have to say that the art direction was beautiful, the cinematography was excellent, the characters were well-developed, and the narrative interwove traditional themes and complex plotlines. It might have run a bit long in places, but by the time the end credits rolled, director Martin Scorsese had earned my respect. (Not that a director with his reputation needs my respect, but hey).

The settings in which the film took place were urban and chaotic, but somehow beautiful. I loved the spectrum of tones used throughout the film: warm and soft tones dominated train station scenes, fuzzy tones dominated memory scenes, and dark and hard tones dominate scenes of isolation. I mean this is how color should be used in a film! Scorsese utilized a variety of shots throughout the film, but I really liked the shots through the number four. It was kind of a “this is how Hugo sees the world” moment.

In addition to breath-taking art direction and cinematography, the characters and story (based on a children’s book) blew my mind. The entire film is about restoration to purpose. Hugo is driven to fix an automoton that his now-deceased father brought home as a project for the both of them. He hopes that the automoton will have a message from his father. He spends the beginning of the film collecting bits and pieces to fix it, while believing his purpose is to keep the station clocks operational. In fixing the automoton, however, he crosses paths with a once-famous, now-embittered artist who has lost his sense of purpose. And this little boy named Hugo restores this artist to his purpose, while dodging an overzealous station inspector who would like nothing better than to put Hugo into an orphanage. Through his experiences, Hugo learns that his real purpose is not just maintaining the station clocks, but fixing things in general.

Anyone who knows me knows I’m a sucker for a good restoration story. I think anyone who has been through a restorative process is. Sometimes in this crazy journey, we lose sight of why we’re here or we let other people dictate our purpose. Hugo really is about finding or simply rediscovering that purpose, and more than the beauty of the film itself, that is why I liked it.


Lydia Thomas holds a Bachelor of Arts in Radio, Television and Film.  She likes reading, writing, watching movies, and making movies, but she is most passionate about reaching, challenging and equipping artists for Jesus Christ.