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Thursday, May 20, 2010

Bad Week, Good Words

It’s been a bad week. The day before yesterday my last living aunt passed away. Her name was Liz, and she was a hoot. If you’re old enough to remember Phyllis Diller or Carol Channing you’ll have a general idea of how much fun she was. I’ll miss her so. Then yesterday I had lunch with a friend whose wife just filed for divorce. My friend has a drinking problem, and his wife decided she can’t take it anymore. After lunch I spent time with another hurting friend whose only child is down to one last hope—an experimental therapy—to beat his cancer.

Meanwhile, I have to write 1,000 good words today, and do it again tomorrow, and every other day until September if I’m going to meet the deadline on my next novel. But with so many troubles all around, lately it’s been all I can do to write 500 good words a day.

The word count isn’t the real problem. I’ve been at this writing game a long time. I’ve written amidst the distractions of airports, coffee shops and shopping malls. Even with all of this emotional turmoil I could probably still deliver 5,000 or even 10,000 readable words a day. But good words . . . aye, to quote the Bard, there’s the rub.

It’s tempting to lose focus and begin to wonder why I bother. In a world like this, excellence in the arts can seem like such a trivial pursuit. Indeed, never mind excellence, the reason art matters at all is sometimes questioned. With grief, loneliness, addiction, pain and fear all around us, what’s the point of literature? Why paint? Why sculpt? Why dance, or act, or sing? Why not devote oneself to something practical instead?

Near the end of the book of Job, after that unfortunate man has lost his children, his fortune and his health, after he has suffered the interminable counsel of well-meaning friends who insist he somehow brought disaster on himself, after he has come perilously close to blasphemy while demanding an accounting from his creator, after all of that, Job finally encounters God. Strangely, when God appears it is not with explanations. Job learns nothing of the reason for his suffering. He gets no answer to Rabbi Kushner’s famous question, ‘Why do bad things happen to good people?’ Even so, in the end Job is satisfied. God appears, and Job says, “My ears had heard of you but now my eyes have seen you.” God appears, and his appearing is enough for Job.

My friend Brad, a professor at a well-known college of fine art, tells me it’s been fashionable for many years in the art community to question the existence of beauty. Not to question beauty’s definition or value, understand, but to question its very existence. One person finds Picasso’s Les Demoiselles d'Avignon lovely, while another person thinks it’s ugly. In the world of art theory this divergence of opinion has sometimes been taken to mean beauty is nothing but a social construct.

It is an old idea. It is the lament of Ecclesiastes. Everything is meaningless under the sun. Yet not everything, for Job saw God and that was enough.

Once I suffered from severe depression. Like Job I cursed the day of my birth. I was saved from the temptation of suicide by snowcapped mountains, golden birches, and the sparkling Milky Way. I was saved by reflections of God’s beauty.

I don’t mean to say God is beautiful. No mere adjective applies to him. St. John tells us “God is love.” God is beautiful in exactly the same way. Like love, beauty is God’s essence. Beauty does not describe God; it is the fact of God. It is his glory, his weight, the very thing the prophet Moses begged to see on Sinai.

The gospels tell a story of a woman who poured very expensive perfume on Jesus. His disciples were indignant. "Why this waste?" they asked. “This perfume could have been sold at a high price and the money given to the poor."

And what was Jesus’ reply?

"Why are you bothering this woman?” he asked. “She has done a beautiful thing . . .”

Beauty exists because God exists. To reveal beauty is to reveal God. Therefore, if our art is beautiful, if we struggle to write good words instead of merely readable ones, then sometimes, just for an instant, God appears and God’s appearing is enough. In a world of grief, loneliness, addiction, pain and fear, no act of man could be more practical than that.

Athol Dickson’s novels have been favorably compared to the work of Octavia Butler (Publisher’s Weekly) and Flannery O’Connor (The New York Times). One of his novels is an Audie Award winner. His most recent novel, Lost Mission, is his fifth novel in a row to be selected as a finalist for the Christy Award. Two of his novels are Christy Award winners. Athol lives with his wife in southern California.


  1. And Mr. Dickson, you have written some VERY good words here. That last paragraph is so profound and such words of encouragement for artists of any genre. I have posted it on facebook for all my fellow wordsmiths and artists. Thank you.

  2. I know that feeling of trying to write well with misery all around you. Without beauty/art how intolerable it would be. Congrats again on another Christy nom.

  3. Inexpressibly...beautiful. Thank you, Athol, for saying what I needed to hear, and for showing the heart of God in a way that few can.

  4. Athol, what a lovely and encouraging post, even in the midst of your own struggles. Thank you.

  5. been their done that, thanks for this post, without drawing a well of complaining, I am learning that to serve God means in the good days and bad, I'd rather have my yucky tasting food first.

  6. The refiner's fire has burned the dross and left the reflection of our Savior's lovely face in your perfected words. Beautifully inspiring.

  7. wow. Thank you Athol and a praise to our Lord for bringing me over to find these words today. His timing is incredible and your heart-felt words are beautiful.

  8. Athol, my deepest sympathies. Your aunt sounds like a wonderful lady. And thank you for reminding me of beauty's worth. Your words found their mark.

  9. Thanks everyone for your encouraging comments. We buried my aunt yesterday, and the glowing testimonies from her friends, and family at her funeral were a powerful reminder that every Christian is an artist of sorts...we are offered the chance to join with God creating a beautiful life.

  10. Superb, my friend. His perfection is made perfect in our weakness. That was pretty near to perfection, from where I stand. A word aptly spoken.

  11. Karen Schravemade8:34 PM, May 24, 2010

    Wow. Amazing post. Wish I could be more eloquent. But just... wow.

  12. Laurel Sternberg10:00 AM, May 25, 2010

    Every beauty which gives my heart wings-a painting, poem, opera-is only a fragment of God's beauty, but it is as much as I can handle. He has given us wisdom and skill to make an offering in His service. When I have had to choose between buying food or tickets to something which feeds my soul, I've said, "I don't need to eat every day."

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