Advent doodle: the man through the roof

The gospel reading for today’s Eucharist is Luke 5.17-26, the story of the man whose friends lowered him through a hole in the roof to get him to Jesus for healing.

A quick search of google images failed to yield many pictures from the main character’s viewpoint, so I thought I’d have a go at that. Now I know why there aren’t many – it’s a really tricky perspective, and one that I’ve not entirely succeeded at achieving!

What it did help me realise is (1) the level of trust that the man must have had in his friends, and (2) the level of trust they must have had in Jesus, to send their friend somewhere that they couldn’t immediately follow. I guess this is why I often doodle – when we draw things, we learn to see them differently, we ask different questions of the text, of the theology.


Advent doodle 4: the house on the rocks

When I read the parable of the wise and foolish builders, I find myself wondering how the metaphor of a house that can stand firm against the storm, ensuring the safety of the house-builder, jives with the command to be hospitable. There is work to be done, here, I think, about the relationship between metaphors of judgement and practical care and humanity, but for now, here is today’s doodle, which offers the strong, rock-founded house as a place in which kingdom-hospitality might be offered.

From Matthew 7:21-25

‘Not everyone who says to me, “Lord, Lord”, will enter the kingdom of heaven, but only one who does the will of my Father in heaven.  ‘Everyone then who hears these words of mine and acts on them will be like a wise man who built his house on rock. The rain fell, the floods came, and the winds blew and beat on that house, but it did not fall, because it had been founded on rock.

Advent doodle 3: Jesus and the little children

The new testament reading set for morning prayer today, when we remember St Nicholas of Myra, is Mark 10.13-16:

People were bringing little children to him in order that he might touch them; and the disciples spoke sternly to them. But when Jesus saw this, he was indignant and said to them, ‘Let the little children come to me; do not stop them; for it is to such as these that the kingdom of God belongs. Truly I tell you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God as a little child will never enter it.’ And he took them up in his arms, laid his hands on them, and blessed them.

Advent doodle 2

Rich pickings again (visually speaking) from the daily Eucharistic lectionary: Isaiah 11.1-10 and Luke 10.21-24.  Look away now if you don’t like snakes. Also, look away now if you’re not keen on poor quality drawings of people and prefer word-based art like yesterday’s doodle.

The picture is of three children (of different ethnicities) sitting on the grass near an old tree stump, which has started to sprout new branches. The children are, between them, cradling an enormous snake, and looking happy about it.

A shoot shall come out from the stock of Jesse, and a branch shall grow out of his roots….
The nursing child shall play over the hole of the asp, and the weaned child shall put its hand on the adder’s den. They will not hurt or destroy on all my holy mountain; for the earth will be full of the knowledge of the Lord as the waters cover the sea. 

At that same hour Jesus rejoiced in the Holy Spirit and said, ‘I thank you, Father, Lord of heaven and earth, because you have hidden these things from the wise and the intelligent and have revealed them to infants; yes, Father, for such was your gracious will.

Advent doodle 1: Hills of the North, rejoice

I don’t know yet if I’ll try for (let alone succeed at) a doodle a day again, but here’s day one, based on the readings from today’s Eucharist (bits of Isaiah 2 & Matthew 8) and the hymn that seemed most to resonate with them.

We are those who come
from North and South
and East and West;
We are those who come
not in our own right,
but by the grace of God;
We are those who come late,
unclean, and unprepared;
We are those who, as beloved guests,
sometimes need reminding
that we do not own this:
it is a gift that we may come as we are
to become all we were created to be.