Strengthening Faith With Creativity: How I Stay Close to Christ Through Art
The paint tubes lay scattered across the table — crimson, ultramarine, aureolin. I squeezed dollops onto the palette, taking a deep breath to center myself.…
The paint tubes lay scattered across the table — crimson, ultramarine, aureolin. I squeezed dollops onto the palette, taking a deep breath to center myself.…
In the past, I never paid much attention to Lent. The little I had heard about this season in the Church just led me to…
Not so long ago, my prayer time consisted of presenting a long list of requests to God. Although they were heartfelt and genuine, I gradually…
Read Phil Fox Rose’s Earth Day reflection and look for opportunities today to see God in the nature around you. If possible, take a moment…
Even though I have an admitted issue with ever expanding technologies, I went to a SXSW Interactive party with Brandon last year. Instead of finding…
In my column about nonnegotiables, I talked about Julia Cameron’s concept from The Artist’s Way of the “artist date” — where you make a playdate…
FAST from television today. PRAY for the gift of laughter. GIVE — make three friends aware of Busted Halo’s 10x10x10 Lent Fund Drive.
It may sound blasphemous, or at least juvenile, but Halloween is one of my favorite holidays. Not that it has anything on Christmas, but it’s definitely in my top three. When I started my life in the ”real world,” especially when I began working at Busted Halo®, I was shocked by some of my coworkers’ low opinions of this day of mirth and mischief.
I grew up in a family of theater people and always loved the fun of getting dressed up and playing crazy characters. So a day when such things were actually encouraged (and rewarded with candy) was always a boon for me (as opposed to the other 364 days when I was just a little strange). But, after spending my first Halloween in NYC I could begin to understand some of the resentment harbored by the Halloween haters against the Halloween hoes.
Halloween in New York is totally other. I have never seen a more drunken debaucherous crowd of naughty nurses, sexy kittens, and dirty [insert anything else you can think of]s in my life. It was disgusting, a little disturbing, but more than anything else, disheartening. What happened to the creative, good wholesome fun I had loved so much as a child?
As the Artist-In-Residence for the Paulist Fathers in New York, Fr. Frank Sabatté seeks to foster conversations among artists to explore the connections between creativity…
Fast from your image of God as a judge. Pray to God for guidance in leading you to be all that you can be. Give…