Walk into any room of adults and tell them they are going to engage with art materials or explore a topic through creativity -- immediately, most people in the room tense up. They turn to each another and say, in nervous voices and muffled tones: "I could never color inside the lines," "I failed art in kindergarten," "my sister got all the creative genes," "you don't want me touching that paint, it will be a disaster" -- as they look longingly towards the door and contemplate a quick escape. Sound familiar?
The idea that the creative arts could be a means to know ourselves more deeply, and even to connect to God, was for most of us never acknowledged as a possibility. How do we find our way back?