I had been seeing red for a few days… brilliant red, in the bottom right-ish corner of things. Create, create… the Spirit was pressing.
A tree’s trunk began to form in its place, a bold, vivid red, unashamed.
As the rest of the image began to form (rich, royal blue leaves, many-splintered orange and yellow suns…), frustration was a frequent and fickle guest. Uncertain of the picture’s purpose, its bright colors appeared childish. Only the tree was red.
But the Spirit would have it finished.
My love began to speak some of His words: “I am the true vine…” They filled the air and hung there, immanent, as He
Then, instrumental Pie Jesu broke through. Rich and soul-pulling to the moment of His deepest pain and deepest love, its melancholy chords ripe with the ever-interwined lament and beauty of His death… Just as He began to flow the red into the rest of the image, accenting the entire scene with it. He gently guided my fingers, His red bringing warmth to all the other colors, filling them… Everything made sense. And it was inside-out.
He gave His blood for us… To redeem and cleanse and make alive and make peaceful–oh how gently does redemption flow. Without His life within, there is no warmth, no kindness, no protection… His blood given for us provides all these things, drawing us into the Father’s household. Because He wanted to. Because He is love.
Pie Jesu Domine, Dona eis requiem. Pious Lord Jesu, Give them rest.
Pie Jesu Domine, Dona eis requiem sempiternam. Pious Lord Jesu, Give them everlasting rest.