I will pour out my spirit on all flesh;
your sons and your daughters shall prophesy,
your old men shall dream dreams,
and your young men shall see visions.
Even on the male and female slaves,
in those days, I will pour out my spirit. [Joel 2:28-32]
I'm having a quiet Saturday. I'm thinking about how, 50 days ago, we were keeping vigil and how, again, we keep watch again.
I have often said that the first job of an artist is to look, to see. Perhaps, even, to watch. Artists show the world the commonplace by seeing it first and then by reflecting it, refracting it through an artist's lens, we see it all fresh again. Common, everyday, but anew.
Inspiration. Expiration. Respiration.
In this way, religion is an art.
Today, again, we keep vigil. Watch.
We're waiting for the wind to stir.
Alleluia, come Holy Spirit . . .