12/19/2025
A good friend once gave me this beautiful stained-glass window she saved from an old Methodist church on the verge of demolition, in the hopes I could find a good home for it.
It's moved since then from spot to room to storage, never really fitting in any of its foster settings, and most recently ended up in the farm building I use as a studio and my wife uses for storage. I felt awful putting it in storage again, having wanted so badly to use it in our house somewhere, but there just wasn't a spot for it.
Until my wife said, " It's the same size as the studio window, why don't you just set it there?"
And it was perfect! Somehow I'd never noticed. And now I see, every time I step into the studio, how much beauty and depth it adds to the already incredible play of natural light - how it refracts the intense winter glare into a brilliant kaleidoscope of color - how something so old and simple can bring so much joy, and look so alive.
And it reminds me too, in this season, of the joy of being an artist in the employ of the great Artist Himself, of the honor it is to take His natural materials and unlock their inner beauty - to be a simple pane of glass, in front of the Light of the World.