This past week, I took a holiday into London. It is my favorite city in the world, and if it wasn’t for the cost of living, I would probably be serving there instead of Birmingham (But that’s neither here nor there, everything worked out for the best).
One place I always seem to go when I visit London is the Tate Modern, a modern art museum on the south bank east of Westminster. It is all kinds of weird. Every time I go I see something new that blows my mind and makes me realize I don’t know what modern art is because what I just saw made no sense. For some of the pieces, if they told me they found it on another planet and it is our first glimpse into alien art, I would believe it. It can be that different.
But I think that is why I find myself going back, time after time.
When I go, I get to glimpse into the mind of someone who thinks very different from me. I get to see how a different perspective on life and a different way of thinking can create something that is radically different.
Even though it is all created by humans, it can seem alien. It drives home the idea that God made us uniquely different and we can contribute to the world in uniquely different ways. And this is a good thing!
While I am great at finding new ways to do things or finding opportunities to improve, I struggle with abstract thinking. True outside the box thinking eludes me most of the time. But not for these people.
So while I may think that the Tate Modern is a weird place with some really weird art, I love going there because it reminds me the value of people who think differently from me. It reminds me that not everyone sees the world the same way I do. And maybe I need more people like that in my life…