The Passion Paintings of Trace Bucky Mcnutt

Passion Art

Trace was a precious friend who passed away earlier this year. He was unashamed of the gospel of Jesus Christ and was passionate about sharing his testimony of transformation and hope. One powerful way that Trace conveyed the message of hope was through his amazing paintings of the passion of Jesus Christ. The one I have chosen to display below is titled Vivid Victory. How does this painting impact you?

“VIVID VICTORY”

by Trace Bucky Mcnutt

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Rembrandt’s painting, The Return of the Prodigal Son

Rembrandt

If you get the chance, pick up a copy of Henri J.M. Nouwen’s book, The Return of the Prodigal Son: A Story of Homecoming. In his prologue, he explains how Rembrandt’s beautiful painting, The Return of the Prodigal Son, transformed his life. It is a beautiful example of how great evangelical art has the power to impact someone’s life for the better, to strengthen their relationship with Christ, or reveal truths that put doubts to rest. Take some time today to read Luke 15:11-32 and then take a few minutes to look at this painting. Does the painting help you to see the love of God? Pray and talk to God today.

 

Christian Apologetics and Art

C.S. Lewis

Welcome! My hope is that this blog will be a place to discover and discuss the importance of evangelical art. I believe art is one of the most powerful and beautiful methods through which to reach the hearts of unbelievers, yet is sadly underutilized. We need to encourage Christian artists to use their gifts in such a way as to compel people to consider the truth of the Christian message. It is time to add our voice to the fray and speak the truth through art.

Apologetics in various art forms can encourage seekers and skeptics to view the gospel through a different lens. To demonstrate what I mean by this, I leave you with an excerpt from C.S. Lewis’ essay, Meditation in a Toolshed

I was standing today in the dark toolshed. The sun was shining outside and through the crack at the top of the door there came a sunbeam. From where I stood that beam of light, with the specks of dust floating in it, was the most striking thing in the place. Everything else was almost pitch-black. I was seeing the beam, not seeing things by it. Then I moved, so that the beam fell on my eyes. Instantly the whole previous picture vanished. I saw no toolshed, and (above all) no beam. Instead I saw, framed in the irregular cranny at the top of the door, green leaves moving on the branches of a tree outside and beyond that, 90 odd million miles away, the sun. Looking along the beam, and looking at the beam are very different experiences.