By Rev. Mike Ruffin
âYour word is a lamp to my feet and a light for my path.â (Psalms 119:105)
Several years ago, my wife and I stumbled into a gallery while shopping. It was a gallery unlike any weâd ever seen.
If you havenât taken a trip to one of Thomas Kinkadeâs galleries, itâs a must. Every picture hanging on the wall literally glows. For example, neighborhood scenes show light-filled houses that look as if the light inside is real.
The truth is the light is real, at least according to the late Kinkade. He once was quoted in Guidepost saying, âLight exists in the dimension of the spirit. It was what God first created and is probably the most consistent metaphor in all of Scripture. Truth is represented as light, and in Matthew 5:16, Christ affirms that each of us should âLet your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heavenâ. But light is something you canât hold. You canât touch or taste or pin down its subtle, constantly changing effects. As a painter, light is the essence of what I try to capture on canvas - a light that dispels darkness, that chases away confusion and despair.â