Steve’s Blog

Today is Maundy Thursday where we celebrate the last supper Jesus hadwith his disciples before his crucifixion and resurrection.  I found myself on a google rabbit hole searching images and representations of the last supper and came up with some beautiful, contemporary and even some parodies of the meal we rememer tonight.  Here are some of my favorites.

I thought this was a very haunting photo.  For those of you who don’t know who this is, his name is Kurt Cobain and he was the lead singer for the band Nirvana and then committed suicide in 1994.  Nirvana is arguably the most influential band of the 90’s and were one of the pioneers in the grunge musical movement.  Their music has a heavy emphasis on the reality and pain that comes with every day life.  Most of the music of Nirvana does not show a lot of hope for the future let alone the possibility for salvation.  It was obvious listening to Kurt that there was deep rooted pain and depression which in turn resonated with a lot of people.

I love this picture because it reminds me that no one is too far gone for the love of God.  Kurt was obviously a troubled person, but he was also loved by his creator.  We can find ourselves tied down with self pity, depression and loneliness, much like Kurt, but we can also know that we have a loving God who sees us as a perfect creation that is important and valuable.  The photo is a perfect juxtaposition of the hurt and anguish that can come with life next to a commonly dismissed message of hope.  When we find ourselves in dark times and doubting our purpose, may we never forget that God is right there with us affirming and encouraging our every step.

really cool artwork from German artist Simon Schubert.  Neat images created by manipulating a piece of paper.  You can see the rest of the collection here

Praise by R.S. Thomas

I praise you because 


you are artist and scientist 


in one. When I am somewhat

fearful of your power, 


your ability to work miracles 


with a set-square, I hear 


you murmuring to yourself 


in a notation Beethoven 


dreamed of but never achieved. 


You run off your scales of 


rain water and sea water, play 


the chords of the morning 


and evening light, sculpture 


with shadow, join together leaf 


by leaf, when spring 


comes, the stanzas of 


an immense poem. You speak 


all languages and none,

answering our most complex 


prayers with the simplicity 


of a flower, confronting 


us, when we would domesticate you 


to our uses, with the rioting 


viruses under our lens.

I agree with both!