Art as a gift. That is the phrase that rolled around inside of me as last summer’s symposium came to a close. For me, one of the most moving topics we discussed was “Art and Commission” and the consequential discussion about the Danish film Babette’s Feast by Gabriel Axel. The film, set in the 1870s, tells the … Continue reading
A Million Miles of Sky by RACHEL WEGNER The familiar Western glow sang to us as we drove. I was captured by the sun as it flung its luminous beauty upon earth and sky and slowly slipped beneath the horizon. A myriad of whispering hues guided us home that night. Wide open eyes and a … Continue reading
The World Goes Quiet by RACHEL WEGNER I find such solace in the wee hours of the morning. It feels safe there. Hidden. Restful. Simple. When sleep stands aloof and consciousness lingers still, my heart and my mind often come alive. There are these moments where I can hear Him stirring, maybe even laughing, as … Continue reading
The Bird with the Broken Wing by RACHEL WEGNER She had been sitting there for quite some time, peering out over the twilit horizon. Night once again rested upon the land, and her heart felt weighed down with it. Something inside her achingly gave way. She nestled deep within the branches of a mighty tree, … Continue reading
By Rachel Wegner There is something so distinct about the sunlight in the autumn. And as the days march steadily on into winter, I find myself peering out the window each morning as the sun comes blazing over the rooftops. Something about its rhythm reminds me of Home. I can hear the leaves falling … Continue reading
Everything within me is sick of games. Tired of cynicism winning over perfect love. Exhausted at circular debates that extinguish the very life they discuss. Weary at the double standards of the day that violate and dismiss all that is good and true. Every moment that passes means we are a step closer to eternity. So why are we waiting around? Emptying ourselves into even emptier things. Spending our money on what does not satisfy. Expending our breath into what will not last. We could be consumed. Continue reading