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But I couldn't really agree; I couldn't suppress the certainty that our feeble efforts matter. I'm not saying that they earn us favor with God, or even amount to quantifiable good.
But our efforts, surrendered, allow God to work (He respects our rights too much to force us). Our obedience opens the door for God to do the impossible.
This painting is an attempt to describe that process; the messy and painful human efforts, the relaxing of our striving into a trusting obedience to God, and the breathless moment when He "touches down" and quickens what was dead.
The crux of painting, where the descending gold/blue meets the brown and yellow in a brilliant red smudge, describes the moment of surrender and the impossible intervention of God. On our own we would be caught in a hopeless cyclical system. But God - praise Him! - enters in.