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A Creative Theology

http://creativetheology.com/creative-theology-book/

I spent most of my artistic life out of the church, or rather, I spent it in tension with the church. Mainly because I was always so disappointed by the contemporary works of people of faith. Their work always seemed to strike me as myopic - not painting a holistic picture of life on earth. It seemed to lack depth and in my estimation, truth. 

Complicating matters further, I now work in a church. 

Now it is my job to create art that moves people toward a deeper understanding of their creator. But if I can be honest, I’m still getting used to it. I’m still getting used to this context. It often baffles me. And what often baffles me most is the use of the word, “creativity.”

It has taken me awhile to understand that when that word is used in a sacred context it means something like having more painters on stage during worship; more dance; more drama; more art.

Of course as a creative director I’m all for the continued use of these elements, but what I find most concerning is the, once again, myopic use of the word. In my view, “creativity” is not a noun, it is an adjective. 

Creativity, in my view, is not a thing you make, it is a way of being. 

Our work as people of faith is to embrace the ultimate creative act, which is to live differently. To live creatively. This is what I believe Sam means to say with this book.

Our problem is that we rarely do it well. When we relegate “creativity” to a job the artists and creatives do, we rob ourselves of the richness of life Christ has called us to. We rob ourselves of the ultimately creative, creatively alternative, third way.

Sam has rightly called us to see ourselves as artists of life who might live creative lives in response to the paramount Creator. 

And so we must embrace our work. We must embrace the call to create. We must understand our brokenness and penchant for darkness. And we must anticipate the redemptive work that is both in our hands to do, and is on its way.

This is living a creative theology and may we attempt to live it well.

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The Tyranny of Now

I know a lot of people having lots of conversations about the “future.” 

I put the word “future” in quotes intentionally, because often our conversations about said “future” tend to live in the land of critiquing the very recent past and a future that’s just a day or so away. Thus our view of the future becomes terribly myopic and instead, we only see NOW.

When we stay here for too long, we trick ourselves into believing we’re making real progress. We name what’s working (or not working) NOW, at the detriment of naming what we hope will work later.

This is the tyranny of NOW and it’s a dangerous place to live for more than a season.

The Pragmatist will always eat the Futurist for breakfast in the absence of a clear vision for the future (3, 5, 12 years from now).

And so we must wage war against this despot. We must be willing to be uncomfortable now so that something new can eventually emerge.

Our futures depend on it.

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Year one. We made it!

I’m huge on seasons. I love the turn over. The change. The look back. The look ahead.

For the entirety of my life the seasons were constant and consistent.

A new spring, summer, fall, winter, or even an actual new year - I could mark my life by these chunks of time. They were repetitive and they never changed, except of course, the moments contained within. My point: a new season, at least as far as I’ve been alive, has never been added into the cycle.

Well, I was wrong. A new one was added a year ago today that I’m still reeling from.

On April 23rd at 5:05 PM, just before dusk, a baby girl entered the world. We named her Ruby, and then she named me. I’m now a dad and this was my first year on the job. Apparently new seasons can be created. 

Our first year as parents has been as joyous as it has been hard and challenging. It has been as bitter as it has been sweet. It is a season I’m grateful has been forever added to the calendar and to our hearts.

We love our sweet and fiery Ruby more than words can express and so tonight we will celebrate. We will celebrate and give thanks to God for the beauty of life. We will celebrate that we made it. We will celebrate that we kept a small human alive for an entire year. And we will do so with steaks and champagne for mom and dad, and chocolate cake and presents for the birthday girl. 

This is our Ruby and she is one year old today!

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Wallpaper Wednesday

I know many of you just finished big projects last week. I have some good news and some bad news. 

The good news: You did! Congratulations! I hope people lifted you on their shoulders and blew you kisses!

The bad news: You probably have to make more stuff this week…and the week after…and so on…

This kind of rigamarole can often feel a lot like landing planes at an airport that never stops. Today’s encouragement from UNTITLED was designed by my friend Lee Ann Marcel.

Breathe. Do your stretches. Don’t freak out. Land those planes.

Go check out her work and download her wallpapers below.

Also, for more on landing planes have a look at my guest post on the subject.

Download here

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Breathing Through Your Work

Three choreographers had fallen through, a bid for a new project was due, a deadline was pushed up, and we just realized that a big piece of our current project had no budget left.

That was last week.

This week, things are a little better, but there’s still plenty left undone and plenty more problems to solve.

I imagine the same is for you.

Just when you think you’re almost finished with a project, or just when you think you have that final little piece in place, inveitably something falls through.

So how do we learn to breathe through our work and not suffocate under the chaos?

Two ways.

But first…a little story…

I was watching the movie, HUGO, a few weeks ago with my wife. There’s a great scene between Hugo and his father played by Jude Law, where they are attempting to fix their automaton robot.

They are so close to making the thing work when they realize they’re missing a key that happens to be in the shape of a heart. Hugo is obviously disappointed and frustrated.

They are so close to being finished! How will they ever find the key!?

Then his father whispers in this wonderfully hopeful tone,

“Ah. Another mystery to solve!”

This is how you begin to breathe. This is how you begin to cope with the chaos that naturally comes with making hard things.

We are called to help order the chaos of this world, and yet we must be aware that the ground is cursed - so we should never be surprised if the work doesn’t happen easily. 

The second thing we must come to terms with is what an honor it is to get to solve such beautiful mysteries at all — particularly for any of you tasked with making something meant for another person.

Sure this is going to be hard, but the mysteries to be solved make the work more than worth it.

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Wallpaper Wednesday

I e-met today’s contributor, James Viola, through my e-friend, Allie Lehman. James is an incredible designer with a heart of gold. Follow him on Twitter and check out his fantastic work

Today’s quote from UNTITLED:

“Awkwardness creates space for us to transform into better versions of ourselves if we let it.”

You can download the set for desktop, iPhone, and iPad below.

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We Made It - a mix for spring

Even though this winter was one of the mildest in Chicago’s history - we made it! With temperatures in the 80’s this week, spring has officially sprung. To celebrate I curated a little Spotify mix. I hope you enjoy it as you let that fresh breeze in.

Get it here.

Background photo by the great Brenton Little

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Would You Be Missed?

In the 1970’s the famous Vienna Sausage plant here in Chicago moved from the Southside to the Northside. The old plant was inefficient, out of date, and a new factory was desperately needed.

The new plant opened, inefficiencies were eliminated, and production began. But for some reason, the hot dogs didn’t taste right nor had their signature pink hue. They tested the water, the new elevation, and the air differential. For a year and half they tried everything. It wasn’t until they were reminiscing about one of the old plant workers that the secret was discovered.

When it was decided that the new plant would be moved to the Northside, longtime employee, Irving, didn’t want to leave his Southside roots. He liked being able to walk to work and so when the plant left, he stayed. 

His job? 

Pushing the hotdogs on a thirty minute trip through the twisting factory to the curing room. As the hot dogs made their way, they cooled in the open air - just enough time to create the pink color and give them their unique taste. This remarkable little journey was the secret. 

When they built the new factory, since Irving didn’t go, his position didn’t either and was replaced by a machine which moved the finished sausages immediately to the curing room. No need for anything special this time, the just needed efficiency.

In the end they built a new room in the new factory, dubbed, “Irving’s Room,” that mimicked the thirty minute excursion through the factory.

A machine had to be created because of something a human had done that no one else could do.

This little story from This American Life makes me think about so many things, but I’m left with two big thoughts:

1. Is there something that only you can do? Something that would be missed if you were to leave? If not, what could it be?

2. There is nothing that can replace good, old-fashioned work. You have all the fancy tools and apps, and conveyor belts, but if you aren’t willing to literally push the cart around, the chances of making something exceptional are rare.


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Wallpaper Wednesday

Today’s wallpaper comes from my friend, Brenton Little, designer extraordinaire.

Quoting from my book,Brenton’s lovely installment asks,

Are you willing to see this thing through?

This is something I struggle with often, especially when pitching. I don’t ever want to under-pitch and over-deliver - that is what scaredy-cats do. Instead, I want to be brave enough to be able to see the thing through that’s in my head (easier said than done, obviously).

I hope it’s a helpful reminder!

You’ll find versions for your desktop, iPad, and iPhone below. Enjoy!

Download: Desktop / iPad iPhone 

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On Rest & Taking Our Time

“But I was beginning to see, now that I was out of school, that the world was not set up for sitting and staring, that time was no friendly giant lofting me gently into the imagination.” — PATRICIA HAMPL, BLUE ARABESQUE

 No, there is far too much to get done these days.

Get up. Make the bed. Get the kids to wherever. Do your work. Eat. Do your work. Do your work. Do your work. Pick up the kids from wherever. Eat. Clean. Sleep.

And along the way deluge yourself with an enormous amount of bite-sized information.

Is it any wonder Harvard psychologists have concluded the following:

“We are already the most over-informed, under-reflective people in the history of civilization.” — ROBERT KEGAN & LISA LEHEY

I’m as guilty as the next chap, probably more so, if my wife had a say.

I wake up. Check email. Twitter. Google reader. Coffee. Write. Email. Do my work. Do my work. Do my work.

Come home. Do just a little more work. Play with my daughter. Eat. Clean. Sleep.

All the while, flooding my heart and brain with temporal junk.

It’s a rat race and I find it becomes difficult to breathe while pressed against a wall pierced with tiny bits of data - tweets, blogs, emails, text messages, half-listened-to voice-mails.

In the end, nothing really sticks.

No sitting and staring for me, thank you very much.

Yet I can’t help but think I’d be a much better creative director, husband, friend, and human, if I sat more often.

I can’t help but think we’d all be better off if we gave ourselves the permission to sit, think, and breathe.

Why can’t we allow ourselves the luxury of sitting anymore?

It seems to me that the Westernism of “idle hands are the devil’s playground” has turned sitting into a dirty word.

And so most of us stay far, far away from what Hampl calls, “purposeless time.”

“For moderns - for us - there is something illicit, it seems, about wasted time, the empty hours of contemplation when a thought unfurls, figures of speech budding and blossoming, articulation drifting like spent petals on to the dark table we all once gathered around to talk and talk, letting time get the better of us. Just taking our time, as we say. That is, letting time take us.” — HAMPL

My fear is that unless we decide staring out a window and letting time take us (into our own stories, new ideas, and new worlds) is important, and not illicit work, we will continue to create fewer and fewer pieces of art that move people.

How can we expect to hold the world’s attention with mystery and beauty if we won’t allow ourselves to be captured?

But how can we!?, we exclaim. There’s too much on TV tonight! We’ve got deadlines to meet! Quotas to fill! 

Yet, I can’t bear to believe this is how we were created to live.

Don’t I get much more out of a great conversation with my wife than I do from something some random guy, halfway around the world, just posted on Twitter?

Don’t I get much more out of sitting with my notebook, staring out a window, breathing in and out, waiting for a thought to occur, than I do rushing from meeting to meeting?

But now is not the era for taking our time, is it?

No, as I’ve already said, there is simply too much work to be done.

However…

If we are going to create truly meaningful art; if we are to become fully-functioning and loving humans;  if we are going to give our lives over to a ever-deepening process of creativity, then we must fight tooth and nail to capture what others are missing. But capturing only happens when we’re slow and quiet enough to see what might be floating through the air. 

There is no magic potion, unfortunately, for upending our system of modern work in the Western world and giving ourselves over to this kind of life.

The artist’s (and human’s) job is to see well and to do that you must have slow and steady eyes to see.

And so we must take our time.

Becoming a great artist is not about might, it is about being.

Becoming a great artist is about sitting and paying attention to the world that is passing everyone else by.


I spent last week in a cabin in the woods with my very best friend. 

I sat as much as possible. I tried to disconnect, but in the back of my mind I had deadlines, and work, and people, banging around.

So I tried as best I could, which is all you can ever do.

I’m back now, still dreaming of the mountains, still longing for more time away. And now I must go to work. But not the kind you’re thinking of.

Today, I’ll find 20 minutes to sit in my little office, staring out the window.

I suggest you do the same.

I know that over time, I will get better at this small, yet important practice, and I must be graceful with myself in the process.

In the end I know it’s worth it and am painfully aware that the consequences of not adopting what Patricia Hampl calls us to are grave indeed.

Today you must rest and you must take your time.

This post was adapted from the blog archives & UNTITLED: Thoughts on the Creative Process it was also inspired by the Luminous Project, a conference for creatives and communicators involved in faith-based work. For more about it, check out the Luminous website. If you’re interested in attending the event, use the promo code “luminousLOVE” (case sensitive) to get 30% off. Sign up here.

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