This is a syndicated post from Daily Meditations with Fr. Alfonse. [Read the original article...]
Jesus came with his disciples into the house. Again the crowds gathered, making it impossible for them even to eat. When his relatives heard of this they set out to seize him, for they said, “He is out of his mind.”
Have you ever visited a modern art gallery? Did you ever walk out of it feeling confused? It’s easy to. But do not be confused, for all artists are out of their mind and their art is an expression of it.
The great French artist, Claude Monet, was out of his mind, for when he looked at the sun, the moon, the sky, flowers, water, and landscapes, he saw what no one saw. And only when he put it all down with paint could we see what he saw and give it a name: Impressionism.
The great German composer, Ludwig Van Beethoven, was out of his mind, for when he went out into the countryside he heard what no one else heard. And only when he put it all down in music form did we hear what he heard and give it a name: Romanticism.
Artists are out of their mind. Lunatics are not.
Adam Lanza was not out of his mind; he was incased by his mind. He saw a world that was strictly physical. He only saw a world that was ‘sensibly’ there. He could not see like an artist. He only saw little creatures, little animals running around as he walked inside Sandy Elementary School in Newtown, Connecticut. He only saw easy prey. He did not see “innocence”. How could he…if he were not out of his mind?
Only if we are out of our mind can we see innocence. Only if we are out of our mind can we see beauty or radiance or even holiness. How else will we do it? Will it be under natural or rational lighting?
He is out of his mind. The Lord’s relatives were right. But while the Lord was free to roam out of his mind, his accusers were entrapped by theirs. While the Lord was able to forgive seven times seventy-times, his accusers were out to condemn him. While he was being creative, his detractors were being destructive. While he was saving, his enemies were plotting to kill him. The Lord spoke in paradoxes and his own did not understand him. They had grown no bigger than their thoughts, no wider than their paradigms, and no more sensible than their senses. It’s easy for someone to call another crazy if they themselves are a lunatic. It’s easy to point a finger and say, “He’s nuts!” However, just imagine for a moment if the lunatic could think the impossible; that is that was someone bigger, much bigger, outside their box of rational goodies.
Whereas the artist brings out colors unseen and sounds unheard, the lunatic is someone who is entombed by his senses, his thoughts, and his life. He literally lives in a box with the light on. He has hidden himself (“his light”) under a bushel basket. Hence, his mind, his thoughts and his life grow ever darker. And if he shines, then he shines like the moon (luna), leaving everything else in near total darkness.
“The light came into the world, and the world preferred the darkness” (Jn 3:19).
God is an artist. He is not a lunatic. Unfortunately, not everyone appreciates His work. It’s not his fault. But for those who do: His universe is an exhibition; His words are poetry and music; His hands are that of a sculptor. His creation is a work of art. His masterpiece is life; His centerpiece is the Christian – the loving man, the holy man – an image and likeness of His Son, Jesus Christ.
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