Love is the be all and end all of every discussion and debate. Theological banter, if it does not lead to love, has bypassed God somewhere on the road. The signpost called Truth does not lead to a place or position but to a Person. A man who laid down His own life for those whom He loved.

Creativity is intended by Papa to be a life flow from one heart to another. It is intended to continue His work of creative pleasure and add to the abundance we share, not malign or diminish it.

Love is at the heart of every creative work. It is the expression of a child like spirit seeking to emulate it’s beloved Father. Looking to bring something new and joyful into existence.

Thou art worthy, O Lord, to receive glory and honour and power: for thou hast created all things, and for thy pleasure they are and were created.” Revelation 4:11

Here we witness the delight of Papa’s heart when he looked upon all he had made.

For his pleasure.

When we tap the flow of heavens indwelling our produce will bring pleasure to us and to others. It will touch places on the inside of our audience that calls for the best of them to rise.

There is plenty to question and condemn in the world. Plenty to protest and prod. But what of pleasure? What of pleasing others with a mirror for their true heart?

Songs that call deep to deep? And images that reflect the dignity of our humanity?

As creative people we can seek for and pray for many things, but love is the highest prayer that can be prayed. Lord, teach me to truly love.

Teach my hands to reach out to others. Teach my heart to soothe their pain and paint a brighter tomorrow on their dark canvas.

Teach me to be a voice of hope in a world of despair and pain.

Show me, as you did, how to lay down my life.

Let every gift, all talent, every ounce and inch of inspiration, be used for the betterment of others and my own self.

That when I stand on that final day, and give account for my works and words – when the question is asked, “Son, did you learn to love?” I could say with full heart and trembling lips, “yes, Lord, I learned to love.”

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