It was the
year of 2010 at the occurrence of the Haiti
earthquakes when I was inspired to paint this
I was deeply
moved by the devastation of this massive natural
disaster and it poured out into this painting.
broke for the Haitian people, not only for their
land but for their struggle through such
I pictured a
Haitian crying out to God in the crimson sky of
blood shed…crying out for hope in the coming
night as the sun sank lowly in the sky.
My prayer at this time was that God would use
this horrendous event for the ushering of His
hope. That the same shaking would occur in
our country as well…in whatever form it would
take. For to me, I would rather be
painfully alive than blissfully dying.
The Lord brings all of us our own forms of
Crimson Skys…each time we lose a loved one, or a
home, health or threat of our own lives…it is
our greatest opportunity to look up through our
desolation and call on the one that brings us
life; Jesus Christ.
“Perhaps it is disasters themselves that can
shake a society out of sleep of what they were
and wake into the reality of what they now are.”