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June 17, 2017
by jimwall
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We’re all Children of our Time

The songs, movies and art of the 1960's left an indelible impression on a lot of people. However, the promises in the art have largely been unkept. alternatearts.comI always thought old age, death, or insanity would quiet their voices.

I’m not insane. At least not yet. And even though I’m not dead, I’m much older.

The voices are the songs, movies and art of the 1960’s. They were imprinted on me as my first impressions, my earliest memories.

The voices seemed like implied promises. Do whatever you want, whenever and with whomever. Peace, love and happiness for ourselves and for the world.

It was a dream that almost became reality.

“Almost” is the problem. It has always been that way.  The serpent promised in the Garden of Eden that we would be like God, For God knows that when you eat of it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil.” (Genesis 3:5).

We now know evil, but we are no gods.

And yet, still, the voices…

We are stardust, we are golden
We are billion year old carbon
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden
Woodstock, by Joni Mitchell

We’re all children of our time. We’re all, in our own way trying to get back to the garden, to bring to reality the bare whisper of a shared memory that there is a God, that he is good, and that all his promises come true.

“… the inconsolable secret in each one of you—the secret which hurts so much that you take your revenge on it by calling it names like Nostalgia and Romanticism and Adolescence… The books or the music in which we thought the beauty was located will betray us if we trust to them; it was not in them, it only came through them, and what came through them was longing. These things—the beauty, the memory of our own past—are good images of what we really desire; but if they are mistaken for the thing itself they turn into dumb idols, breaking the hearts of their worshipers. For they are not the thing itself; they are only the scent of a flower we have not found, the echo of a tune we have not heard, news from a country we have never yet visited.”
– The Weight of Glory, C.S. Lewis

Praise God! A new, restored garden is being made ready…

Revelation 22:1-5 Then the angel showed me the river of the water of life, bright as crystal, flowing from the throne of God and of the Lamb through the middle of the street of the city; also, on either side of the river, the tree of life with its twelve kinds of fruit, yielding its fruit each month. The leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations.

June 10, 2017
by jimwall
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The Create Journal is Now Available!

Are you ready for an artistic journey?

It could be a painting, a song, a story. Anything that requires time and effort and is significant enough for you to pour your creative energy into.

The Create Journal is a way of capturing your journey. The highlights, the struggles, the challenges, the joys.

It’s the road map you make, as you create.

Click this link, and then enter your email address to get your free, printable Create Journal PDF!

June 3, 2017
by jimwall
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i.e., by Juliet Greene


i.e. is the first release by Juliet Greene.

Songs include…
A Touch to Tell
Brown-Eyed Spectre
Can’t Seem to Breathe
You Were to Me

To learn more about Juliet and her EP, visit bandcamp.com and search Juliet Greene, or click here.

May 27, 2017
by jimwall
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Take Your Place in Line

Oh give thanks to the Lord, for he is good;
for his steadfast love endures forever!

In the Old Testament book of 1 Chronicles, chapter 16, just after the ark of the covenant was restored in Israel, King David gave to Asaph and his fellow musicians a song of thanks to the Lord. Maybe Asaph helped write the music, maybe the musicians simply performed what was given them by David, but in any case it’s a beautiful psalm of praise.

Verse 34 says, “Oh give thanks to the Lord, for he is good; for his steadfast love endures forever!”

This phrase, “Give thanks to…” is repeated over and over in the life of Israel.

In 2 Chronicles 5:12, Solomon built a magnificent temple according to the plans his father David gave him. The ark was brought from the tent and placed in the Holy of Holies (the most inner sanctuary of the temple). Worshipping at Solomon’s temple were Asaph, Heman, Jeduthun and their sons and relatives. They stood on the east side of the altar dressed in fine linen and played cymbals, harps and lyres. Accompanied by 120 priests sounding trumpets they sang these words:

For he is good,
    for his steadfast love endures forever,

Another example of this theme, “He is good…,” occurs in Ezra 3:10, 11. After the exiles returned from Babylon and laid the foundation of a new temple, Asaph’s descendants (the scripture says “the sons of Asaph”) played cymbals and helped lead worship just as David and Asaph had done with such joy 500 years earlier. At this worship service they sang this song with praise and thanksgiving to the Lord:

For he is good,
    for his steadfast love endures forever,

There are other sections of scripture that repeat this couplet, especially Psalm 136.

We stand in a long line of writers, performers and musicians who throughout history have sung, said, or prayed…

Oh give thanks to the Lord, for he is good;
for his steadfast love endures forever!