I stared at the picture, then stepped back again. The description of the crucifixion was like none I had seen before. The whole story told in one or two word phrases, and then formed into a picture. Words of different sizes and fonts; some bold, some so faint I could barely see them. I had heard of making art into a story, but turning a story into art? This took both the skill of a writing and the craft of a painter.
Words of accusation filled the angry red sky.
The cross in the middle bore the words "pain" and "suffering" while its shadow read "sin" and "separated."
I looked at Jesus on the cross.
As I glanced, down, I noticed the hill. A reminder of who he died for and who should have bore the cross.
I dropped to my knees, tears running down my face I couldn't look upon this word picture any longer.
I moved to the next picture, a picture of the tomb. The stone... death. The tomb itself reminded me of life without Christ, and the sins that take me away from God, making me feel, at times, like I've put Jesus back in the grave; like He never changed me life.
Standing in the middle of the art gallery, I asked for forgiveness.
I moved on.
He is risen!
Death could not hold Him!
The sun and sky proclaimed Christ's victory over the grave. I stood with my hands lifted towards heaven, as I took in the masterpiece.
But this was not the last picture. The last one was all red. But the words were not full of anguish and hate. It was a simple picture; just a heart.
Everyone has fallen short of His glory, but everyone is covered by His grace and love.
They say a picture is worth a thousand words. But now I'm convinced that a thousand words is worth a picture.
The opinions expressed by authors may not necessarily reflect the opinion of FaithWriters.com.
Accept Jesus as Your Lord and Savior Right Now - CLICK HERE
JOIN US at FaithWriters for Free. Grow as a Writer and Spread the Gospel.