I was blessed to visit The Hermitage in St. Petersburg two years ago. What sights I beheld! Crouching Boy by Michelangelo. Madame Trabuc by van Gogh. A knot lodged in my throat as I stood before one masterpiece after another. The culmination of the tour? Rembrandt’s Return of the Prodigal Son. I viewed it and wept.
My son, a senior in college, will visit The Louvre later this year while studying abroad. I’m thrilled for him, and only a little jealous that he’ll see the Mona Lisa before I will. Since he knows how much I love art, he sent me a photo yesterday, claiming he’d just seen the Mona Lisa . . . and taken a picture with her:
As for the subjects in this photo . . . They’re both interesting. But the one on the left is an adaptation. The one on the right is an original.
You’re an original, too! We’ve been fashioned by the Master, and we’re on display for His glory.
But now, O LORD, You are our Father. We are the clay, and You our Potter, and all of us are the work of Your hand. ~ Isaiah 64:8
~ Jericha Kingston