I remember drawing a garden roller in an art lesson. Our teacher seemed ancient at the time – his nickname was grandad. He had no presence in the classroom, but he could draw. I was very impresses with the way you could shade the garden roller and make it look three dimensional. I still like precision drawing (I can’t do it, by the way!)
Maybe that’s why I find Escher’s work fascinating. I’m thinking of his drawings of buildings and columns that break the rules, so you don’t know which way is up and down. I suppose they are a kind of artistic joke, but done with enormous skill, design and imagination.
They remind you that a drawing is a drawing, a representation of something. But in these cases something that can’t be real, even though it looks like none of the rules of drawing have been broken.
What about the way we draw our lives, the decisions we make and the rules we follow. What kind of picture do they make up? A beautiful landscape, a confusing mess, or a tangle of impossible connections?
Well, if you look at a child’s drawing, with a parent’s love, you can see what was the intention of the work, even if it looks like a scribble to everyone else. Putting your trust in Jesus – letting him put his drawing hand on yours – rescues your life. It doesn’t change the drawing done to date, but it looks so different when viewed with a Saviour’s love.
And the rest of the drawing? Well, it will be different. That’s because God changes our intention, enables it to become what it was meant to be. Of knowing and serving the loving God. Of painting lives that seek to honour him.