If it's good, you can count on it going bad; it will either be corrupted, eroded, corroded or rusted. It will either spoil, sour, fade or wither.  It seems every time a good usurps an evil, it's only a matter of time until that good will evolve into a different form of the evil it sought to replaced. If start something worthwhile, keeping at it is like swimming against a strong current.

Evil is rampant, it takes nothing to maintain it, like weeds it overtakes everything, it outweighs the good.  it only takes a drop of poison to pollute gallons of pure water, it only takes a little hole to sink a ship, a few dead flies to ruin the most costly perfume. Yeah, just a little black dye, a little yeast, a little cancer or disease.  Like vines it chokes out the good, like alcohol it is intoxicating and addicting and at every convenient store. To do evil is to ride the current or walk down hill. Everything in this earth is wrong; it is all turned upside down.  All of Nature, every human soul, every animal… yes, everything is cursed.

It almost seems like God must have this weird fondness with the idea of war, or why else would he let Lucifer loose after he rebelled? He knew man in his stupidity would give Satan dominion, so he could start pulling the strings; he is the god of this age. Now dysfunctional families, hate, greed, lust, war, genocide, torture and cruelty to the innocent seem to be the norm.  The amount of pain and suffering countless millions have gone through is unfathomable, and even if it was, who would want to fathom it? Who could bear it?
For some reason throughout 2006, I was especially sensitive, the evil in our world seemed overwhelming, I felt a mix of awe and terror at the vastness and depth of wickedness and I wanted to somehow capture the feeling through art. But I suppose I had an emotion as deep as the ocean and by trying painting it I attempted to fit it into a teaspoon. So yeah, by that I mean I failed, totally failed at capturing what I felt. Now for the symbolism: The baby in the crib shaped like a casket, represents the risk of bringing a child into the world. The moment it is born it is surrounded by predators, temptations and a demonic world all seeking to destroy it. Yet, the child is sleeping, totally ignorant to what surrounds him. Likewise we often are ignorant of what surrounds us. The goblins and dragons, represent devils and evil spirits, and just as we don't believe in goblins, its hard to believe in demons.
I know someone who started his Christian walk fully confident of God's intimate interaction and involvement in his life. But his life has been filled with emotional, spiritual and physical suffering and unanswered prayers. A modern day Job, he waits for God, but the waiting continues. He finally gets a breath of air but then he is shoved back under the water. Yet still he holds to his faith. But consider how a non-believers might react to his obstinacy in belief.  The song below, I heard Maynard wrote about his mother, who had a stroke and had to spend the rest of her life in a wheelchair. In his eyes she was loyal and faithful to God and yet God never did anything for her:

"You're such an inspiration
For the ways that I will
Never, ever choose to be
Oh so many ways for me to show you
How your savior has abandoned you

**** your God, your Lord, your Christ
He did this, took all you had and
Left you this way, still you pray, never stray, never
Taste of the fruit, never thought to question "why?"

It's not like you killed someone
It's not like you drove a hateful spear into his side
Praise the one who left you broken down and paralyzed

He did it all for you...
He did it all for you...

Oh so many ways for me to show you
How your dogma has abandoned you

Pray to your Christ, to your God
Never taste of the fruit, never stray, never break, never
Choke on a lie even though he's the one who
Did this to you, you never thought to question "why?"

It's not like you killed someone
It's not like you drove a spiteful spear into his side
Talk to Jesus Christ as if he knows the reasons why

He did it all for you...
He did it all for you...
He did it all for you"    
- "Judith" by a Perfect Circle

I so relate with David, when he laments in the psalms; "Lord have you cast us off forever? Why have you forsaken us? Why are You deaf to our cries?"  I too am standing here wondering, why He seems to just sit back and watch as the enemy has free-reign and destroy us. Why is He so shy, so reluctant to act and so withdrawn? This is the experience of the psalmist and other hero's in the bible, it has been mine and my friends experience. How do we reconcile this with the God we read and hear about? This God that is full of affection, passionately in love with us, pursuing and always doing the best for us? No wonder the world mocks, and say "You never even stop to ask why" Well, I am stopping to ask WHY?!!!  and yet I will not let go of my faith.
Years of observations and conclusions are  like one piece of a 20,000 piece puzzle. Though my piece is big and fills my vision, one day I will see how it fits in the big picture. Somehow God seeming silent, hidden, withdrawn and unresponsive is not the whole story.
What shell I liken evil? A mighty rushing river that never grows weak. Anything that is good has to swim against this current. To swim against it requires constant diligence. One distraction and we're swept away. One moment of desiring rest and we're carried off a waterfall

I so wish God's power was like a river, but it seems more like a trickle that is often hard to find. We are born in a demonic river and it is natural and easy to be carried away with it, but who can find God's strength? People get all excited and full of passion for the Lord, but it is like a match; one flicker of light and its gone.

I guess it's satans turn to run the show. But I long for things to be turned around. I want God's power in my life. Paul wrote that the same power that raised Christ from the dead is within us, But who experiences this? We all experience the enemies sway and power in our lives daily, but where is God? God whispers, but the enemy screams and easily drowns God out.

I wish God would be as passionate in pursuing us and doing good in our life, as satan is with his warped intentions in destroying us. Why is God so reluctant? Why so shy? why do so few ever experience his power in their life? Whats wrong?
At your first glance you likely noticed war, death, natural disasters and symbols which represent horrible movements during recent history. This all is meant to represent our world that is so full of injustice, oppression and wickedness. If we are a realist, we must acknowledge that we live in an extremely screwed up world. But Paul in the bible commanded us to think upon those things which are true, just, pure, lovely, of good report, praise worthy, full of virtue, etc... But these things can be hard to find among the rubble. This is why I have most of this verse written in pencil in this painting, to symbolize how one has to look for the good.  I heard the word translated "meditate or think" is actually a mathematical term in Greek, so Paul is telling us to calculate in the good into an equation that may be pretty bleek. I like that Paul is not telling us to stick our heads in the sand and pretend evil does not exist.
In light of what depressing world we live, we should be in awe at how much good we still find. For example countless people still break up the ground, plant the seeds, water and fertilize and faithfully by the sweat of their brow. Therefore, we still find beautiful flowers, gardens and nicely cut yards, showing there are still many who have refused to just let nature take its coarse.     

We live in a world where Satan (according to scripture) is the god of this age, and most all men are controlled by the prince of the power of the air. We look around and this is blatantly obvious. Yet what I have found interesting is how both me and my sister understand this, but her perspective is radically different from mine. For example if both me and my sister were in a Nazi concentration camp. I would be the one that would feel the weight of evil, how vast, powerful, overpowering and fast spreading it is. I would feel evil is more powerful then good, seeing how most of the victims were becoming like heartless animals under the Nazi cruelty. But my sister is the one that would see and be encouraged by the tiny bit of good still shining in such a dark place. She would see those few people who against all odds, continued to show kindness and love, and could still pray, sing and find hope in the mist of their hell. To my sister this is the greater wonder. This little good far out weighs the evil. Though we can expect evil and that most things will go wrong, we still find God's goodness is everywhere. In a world that is contrary to good, God has brought up so many great people who have struggled against the evil current. Good has slowly struggled and progressed in so many ways throughout history.
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