I latched onto a brilliant lecture yesterday fed by the rivers of a single thought: Upon further review.
It's become human nature for the average person to stand in front of the bathroom mirror complaining about Life's every day game, "It's unfair! It's filled with un-sportsman-like conduct! Invisible injures are costing you yardage and money!"
In his new book Greater...author Steven Furtick embraces the impact of what's made Reality TV a household must see then turns it into your personal gain in becoming Greater.
Seriously...how far do you push a wish before the dream no longer comes true? The first breath of challenge pokes up and instantly you're reminded of every bad day and event that resembles something just like this. So it's easier to quit while you're ahead.
Only to realize...the biggest complaint all people near and dear hear is how stifled you feel at work. How you wish you had. You wish you could. You wanted so bad to be, to see, feel and enjoy. Only to remind the itty bitty voice inside, "If we had tried there could've been more pain."
Being a Gallery Artist, published Author, Wanna-be musician and Radio Disc Jockey all in the same body then salt and peppered with a never ending infatuation with being in the right place at the right time deserves to be taken to the referee sitting in the seat high above reality.
In my song Kicked Out Of Heaven I take a swing at the higher creative purpose exclaiming, "Give me a chance God that's quite a lot!"
Which was my way of saying, " I can't stay ahead of the pain. The pain is winning!"
I allowed a bad gallery show in New Orleans to silence unforgettable strokes of paint from moving through me. Because book sales weren't high enough to feed my ego I laid down the writing instrument. Because business minded GM's caught a glimpse of my extremely vocal dissatisfaction with radio commercials I forced myself to give up on the true passion of being a fun loving radio jock that brightens up your car stereo speakers.
Upon further review, the only person in the stadium that could fully see every angle not offered by the billion dollar Jumbo-Tron system reported back to the field, "I didn't teach you to quit. It was my job to invite you into a world of creative flow. You decided that it was too much. Therefore I put players on the field that blocked you from becoming..."
Do you know how many timeouts I've lost because of a need to keep throwing the coaches towel out onto the field?
According to Steven Furtick we are failing to learn from our assumed defeat. We are trained to believe there's only one shot without realizing each time we take aim, we're better then who we were yesterday.
Being "Greater" isn't about climbing the lowest mountain. The goal should be to study the curves of the rolling hills that make up the cliffs being clung to by white pines not ready to leave life.
That tree could be silently screaming only to take note of two whirlwind hikers holding the very latest in digital cameras, "Wow! Look at how incredibly beautiful those roots are!"
Quickly the hiker's snap not one but several pictures and one of them ends up in a book or on a poster that's been professionally framed then displayed in a hospital because the true message is, "Endurance in nature inspires tired hearts and wandering imaginations to find focus."
Between us... it doesn't matter how loud the human voice is; nobody has been able to inspire and or influence me back into spreading paint over a blizzard white canvas.
Upon further review; the invisible referee who's probably all decked out in sponsorship clothing from McDonald's, Nike and Johnny's BBQ Hut has rearranged the face of the game, "The Doves Nest in Charlotte has put on display something you've kept hidden away. The canvas sent to New Orleans might have been given away but the email read: Your art served as a window for my wife couldn't get out of bed. The jerks down in Atlanta that rate radio commercials sent some sound to New York: You are the only employee from Clear Channel's 850 plus radio stations to be nominated for a 2012 Mercury Award."
Upon further review: Endurance in nature inspires tired hearts and wandering imaginations to find focus."
This morning I woke up at 4. A hospital in Los Angeles has put on display works of art so that the sick, weak and or wandering have a place to escape. I don't expect you to know the story of my paintings. Just know they aren't for me. It's not about me but 100% about the willing. Those who can see through reality and find a Greater reason to endure.
There's a piece dubbed The Hope Stout Angel. Google Hope's name and read her story. This painting was donated to help raise funds for the Make A Wish Foundation. It made its way to the children's cancer side of local medical complex. Children reached up to touch the brilliantly blue angel. In doing so they scraped the paint from it. The person that purchased it from the art auction took it back and asked that I refurbish it. I did... only to have it come back to me a second time because the hospital had placed it in a closet. The owner said, "One day you will find someone that needs it. Hold on to it until..."
Upon further review: The artist needs a team of believers to help generate a Greater color in what would otherwise be a lame dreary hospital hall in Los Angeles. I know of no way of getting in touch with the hospital therefore I'm hoping the powers of Social Media can make this piece a place where children can touch it again. I being the artist didn't erase the finger prints and finger scrapes...but brought attention to their purpose.
The real story is what they shared while touching what used to be thin air...until a brush dipped in paint slowly slid across a canvas so white. No man or woman knows of what another feels when something they call simple changes another life forever.
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