I’m not exactly sure how or when the vision took hold of me, but when it did, it was undeniable, voracious. I could not let it go. Or maybe it refused to let me go. It was a vision cast from longing, from years of vocational confusion, from decades of sitting quietly in stifled sanctuaries and from a dream that the church could be nourished by art.
A surprise calling
In 2011, I entered seminary because I was offered a scholarship to try...
