"I had lost my way in a string of deliberately St. Férréol-les-Neiges. I saw on a mound a man in a painting. I approached him and said: "You let me look." He nodded. He painted in watercolor by small strokes, juxtaposing and layering colors. Under his brush, an old barn flanked by a wooden silo was transfigured into art. I ventured a compliment: "It's so beautiful what you do. I envy you." He replied: "The beauty is there. Just to see her. You know, many people watch, but very few see." And he added: "Talent is important, but you can not paint the beauty that if she already lives in us."
Today, we are invited to discover the not beauty of a landscape, but one person, Christ. The beauty of a human being lived, all transfigured by the very being of God. A beauty that we can collect only if it affected ourselves and inhabited by it.
I do not know what became of the watercolor I born. Without doubt, she is hanging on a wall, a small window on the beauty. 're Trying to do the same: to be a small window that suggests something of the beauty of God. "
Georges Madore
with Christ, in August 2006,
Ottawa, Novalis Publishing.
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