Prophetic Art: My Live Painting Experience in Church
- Anrika Bresler
- Oct 23, 2024
- 3 min read
Updated: 4 hours ago
Have you ever painted with God?
I have. I want to share my experience of the night a canvas became a vessel for something beyond the stroke of a brush.
The Blank Canvas
As an artist, being asked to explore worship by painting live in our church was a new and exciting opportunity that I was eager to explore.
But I had no idea what was expected or what would happen.
An hour before the worship service was about to start I still had no idea what I was supposed to paint. I had an initial idea but somehow I could not put that to paper. I literally could not draw any part of that composition I had in mind.
About fifteen minutes before I had to leave the house I had a flash of an image and I did a quick composition doodle on canvas and ran out the door.
The Unknown
Standing before this black canvas that now had white scribbles on it, knowing that soon the seats in front of me would be filled with people who would be curious about why I was there and what I was supposed to do, I cleared my mind from the day's buzz. The music from the band that was running through the playlist of the evening helped me to "plug into" the Holy Spirit before the service started.
I felt a surge of inspiration that seemed to come from a place beyond myself.
As the service started and the music swelled, filling the church with a symphony of worship, I just started to put down colors on the canvas.
No plan. No end-game. No image in my head, just letting the colors guide me.
Each brushstroke, a prayer in motion.
The Journey
As the painting took shape, a narrative emerged. As the layers of paint were added, so were the layers of meaning. I felt a sense of awe as if I was merely a vessel for a greater message.
I was still coming out of a year of healing, where I had to face a lot of past traumas and dealt with years and years of fears, rejections, and lies about my self-worth and significance that pilled up over thirty years, and worst of all, I believed.
But with healing came confusion and uncertainty.
Who was I now?
Who was I without the trauma?
Without the old narrative.
And stroke by stroke His truth came into existence. I started to see. To understand what He was showing me.
The Revelation
The act of prophetic painting is a dance between the seen and the unseen. A chance to express the whispers of the divine in a tangible form.
To be able to see a promise, a truth, and a consolation from our Father and share it with others who might find peace and comfort in it.
Growing up I constantly heard that I was the spitting image of my father.
This unconsciously took a piece of my identity, as my biological father was never part of my life and I knew nothing about him other than that he was not a very good father.
With this painting, God revealed that my identity lies in Him and Him alone.
Not in my earthly father who abandoned me or the father who picked up the pieces after that.
Not in my mother and her personality and skills.
Not in my children and how I raise them
Not in my husband and the wife I am to him
Not in who my inlaws or friends think I am.
Not in my job or church.
But in Him and who He created me to be.
Cherishing the Experience
As I put the finishing touches on the painting, I felt a sense of peace, a deep knowing that this moment was not just about art but connection. God painted with me that night. I know now that art has the power to transcend boundaries, to speak to the soul in ways that words sometimes cannot.
It is a vessel of unity, where everyone can relate to the image with their own message from the Holy Spirit.
Let God paint on the canvas that is your life. He has a perfect vision, and if you allow Him to, He will make you His masterpiece!
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Remember, the canvas of life is full of possibilities waiting to be unveiled.
Embrace the unexpected.
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