We All Fall Down

This is an oil painting I did a couple of years ago. I call it “The Fall”. I’m not a pessimist when it comes to the human race. I think I’m a realist. I put no hope in the human race, but I do hope for the human race. There’s a difference. After being a person for so long and hanging around them for so long, I know we are marked by a fallenness. There is a tragically broken chord which underscores all of our lives. It is always there. It takes humility to realize this. Pride, when it forgets this solemn fact, leads us into all kinds of foolish and terrible acts. To come to terms with my own fallenness, my own brokenness, is the beginning of joy and true living. To see the deception of my own heart and the delusional thinking of my own mind is the start of peace and sanity. Just the beginning. Just a start. But an important and necessary one if we are going to experience and see any transformation any time soon.