Kelli Woodford wrote a lovely piece about imagination and erasers over at The High Calling. Here’s a bit:
What she taught us that day had far less to do with canvas and sketch pad, and far more to do with the kind of life we had experienced over the last three years.
We would learn, through the tangible medium before us, to find a way to make glory out of catastrophe. To let imagination become a way to practice faith, both of these calling things that are not as though they were. To unlock the world for what it is, at its most elemental: teeming with possibility.