Reverend Holmes continues:
[Art is] contemplative because [it] ignites memories of the awe and wonder that we tend to discard after childhood. .
. . When we decide to live in our heads only, we become isolated from the God who is closer than our next breath.
To subject everything to rational analysis reduces the awe to ashes.
The restoration of wonder is the beginning of the inward journey toward a God who people of faith aver is always waiting in the seeker’s heart.
For some, the call to worship comes as joy spurts from jazz riffs, wonder thunders from tappers’ feet, as we ponder Lamar’s prophetic insolence and Beyoncé’s black girl magic.
Each artistic moment is just slightly beyond our horizon of understanding.
Perhaps we are confounded so that we might always have much to contemplate.