Every now and then I get a craving to dip into art. Not to draw or paint myself (for I am quite inferior at these - two of my children are good artists, though) but to simply admire the work of great artists.

So I got a real treat a few days ago when I obtained a book entitled, Kunst unserer Welt, a 1984 compilation by Dr. Walter Koschtatzky, Director of the Albertina Gallery in Vienna.

What was particularly interesting was viewing the works of lesser known artists like Camille Hilaire, David Lee and Erwin Schinzel, some of them brilliant, but which historically have been overlooked in favour more decadent types like Pablo Picaso, Marc Chagall and Salvador Dali who rank among my least favourites because of their obviously disturbed minds.

One of the most amazing thing about artists is that no two ever produce identical work, even when they attempt to imitate each other. No matter how much we try to imitate others, we remain so unique that Yahweh knows us intimately as immediately identifiable separate creations.

One interesting thing struck me as I thumbed through this book of paintings. Several hours later I took a second look and got a completely different set of impressions. In that intervening period of time my mood changed and with it my perception of the art. A painting that had enraptured me in the afternoon suddenly looked less enchanting in the evening. Something that was beautiful one moment was somehow a tad drabber now. Why the difference? Because inbetween I had watched a powerful Christian movie that had touched me deeply. I had earlier viewed the paintings with psychic eyes and was now seeing them with spiritual ones - a huge difference.

Many investigators of the Besorah (Gospel) struggle with not being able to 'see' the same way as regenerated believers do. That is because regenerated believers see with a different set of perception organs - spiritual eyes:

"Most assuredly, I say to you, unless one is born again, he cannot see the kingdom of Elohim (God)" (John 3:3, NKJV).