It was an ordinary run to the grocery store, or so I thought. There I was, standing next to a mound of stacked peppers in the produce section when I overheard two little kids, a whisper away, talking to each other. 鈥淢y mother said you shouldn鈥檛 talk about God at school, because it makes people feel uncomfortable,鈥� said the young voice to the other. I stood still, shaking my head, as I uttered, 鈥淥h鈥� no,鈥� under my breath. Needless to say, I felt uncomfortable.
For the next several weeks, that conversation would not leave my mind or heart. In a world propelled by wonder, invention and advanced communication, could 鈥淕od talk鈥� eventually become extinct? It seemed to be an astonishing possibility. All I could do was pray about it, asking God to intervene.
Then, on a quiet Sunday morning, I began to write a story about a little girl named Emma, who visits an art museum and is so inspired by the works of Pablo Picasso that she decides that she is going to draw something 鈥渂eyond spectacular.鈥� Emma decides to draw God.
I remember tapping on my keyboard, just waiting to see what might happen next. I began typing鈥�
Emma escapes to the comfort of her bedroom and draws a brilliant sun. 鈥�It was so dazzling and radiant my cheeks throbbed. Its rays were so long they poked at my heart.鈥� Emma knew she had drawn God. The next day, Emma takes her drawing to school to show her best friend Peter. But Peter looked at Emma and said, 鈥�Emma, that鈥� s not God, that鈥檚 the sun.鈥�
Emma tries again and again to draw God, but her classmates can鈥檛 see God in any of her drawings. They actually find her attempts laughable.
Emma finally realizes, through a prayer answered, that she doesn鈥檛 need their approval. 鈥�I knew I had drawn God. God knew I had drawn God, and maybe Picasso knew, too. That finally felt like enough.鈥�
The story stopped there. But I remember feeling that urge to keep writing, because this wasn鈥檛 the end of the story.
Emma eventually returns to school on the following Monday, and something beyond spectacular happens. I won鈥檛 spoil the ending of the book, but when I finished writing, it was clear that if this story, if ever published, it might get more children and adults talking about and drawing God.
Fast-forward a few months, after some polishing, miraculously the story found a willing publisher in Paraclete Press. Over the course of the past year, I鈥檝e worked closely with the publisher and Belgian illustrator, Kathy De Wit, who took the story and brought it to life with her simple and beautiful illustrations.
On Tuesday, October 8, 2019, the children鈥檚 picture book, 鈥淒rawing God鈥� was released into the world. May it be a catalyst for more God talk and inspire children and adults of all faiths to connect their very own faith imagination, to realize the contagious faith that lives powerfully within and to embrace the truth that we all see God differently.
The release of the book is followed by the celebration of the first World Drawing God Day, on Thursday, November 7th. This day will be a chance for our world to 鈥渄raw鈥� God, whatever that might look like, using the hashtag: #drawinggod.
It鈥檚 true that books can鈥檛 necessarily change the world, but the people who read them can. To future readers of 鈥淒rawing God,鈥漨y hope is that this book will make you a little more comfortable, knowing that there will be a little more God talk in our world because of you.
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