As part of a talk I gave on Arts and Faith last weekend I talked about how the arts help us to see and right on the wall was this amazing collection of onions. When do you really stop and look at an onion, noticing how it contrasts with the background or how the green shoots jump off at different angels? The individual paintings in different light create this stunning whole. Or, in another painting as a woman puts on make up we look into her face, which is tinged with anticipation and fear. We see the insecurity of uncertain beauty and the desire to be accepted.
As I was thinking about this theme of seeing a few examples of how the bible uses art to help us see, came to mind:
“God is my rock…” – in what sense? We are meant to look at a rock and in light of what we know about God and about rocks to see them both in a new light. A more extended example comes from Proverbs 7, which paints this incredible picture of attraction to the wrong kind of person then the devastating effects:
My son, keep my words
and treasure up my commandments with you;
keep my commandments and live;
keep my teaching as the apple of your eye;
bind them on your fingers;
write them on the tablet of your heart.
Say to wisdom, “You are my sister,”
and call insight your intimate friend,
to keep you from the forbidden woman,
from the adulteress with her smooth words.
For at the window of my house
I have looked out through my lattice,
and I have seen among the simple,
I have perceived among the youths,
a young man lacking sense,
passing along the street near her corner,
taking the road to her house
in the twilight, in the evening,
at the time of night and darkness.
And behold, the woman meets him,
dressed as a prostitute, wily of heart.
She is loud and wayward;
her feet do not stay at home;
now in the street, now in the market,
and at every corner she lies in wait.
She seizes him and kisses him,
and with bold face she says to him,
“I had to offer sacrifices,
and today I have paid my vows;
so now I have come out to meet you,
to seek you eagerly, and I have found you.
I have spread my couch with coverings,
colored linens from Egyptian linen;
I have perfumed my bed with myrrh,
aloes, and cinnamon.
Come, let us take our fill of love till morning;
let us delight ourselves with love.
For my husband is not at home;
he has gone on a long journey;
he took a bag of money with him;
at full moon he will come home.”
With much seductive speech she persuades him;
with her smooth talk she compels him.
All at once he follows her,
as an ox goes to the slaughter,
or as a stag is caught fast
till an arrow pierces its liver;
as a bird rushes into a snare;
he does not know that it will cost him his life.
And this brings me to another piece of art :
My mamma done told me
When I was in pigtails
My mamma done told me
“Hon, a man is a two-face
He’ll give you the big eye
And when the sweet talking’s done
A man is a two-face
A worrisome thing who’ll leave you to sing
The blues in the night”