All the way back home

What is it about art that can crack open my heart, sear past the mess and open up the deepest parts of me? I was just looking at some of the art that came out of the emergent conference last week in San Diego and I am totally moved by it. I also just popped over to Rachelle's blog and read about the Lenten tree that their community put together. Add the emerging music concert I went to yesterday and I'm feeling kind of wiggly inside. Art doesn't scratch itches, it creates them. Maybe they are necessary itches, the kind that the Creator wants to scratch.

I really don't have words for my beliefs these day. Art helps give me workable shapes, some out-of-the-corner-of-my-eye insights that bring me slowly closer to this thing that people are calling the Kingdom of God. I'm not sure what to call it, but Right might be close.