T-minus 2: Book: Lauren Winner -- On Patronage

I first met Lauren ten years ago. We were sitting in the back row of a hotel ballroom during a worship service. We'd joined a couple hundred other twenty- and thirty-something folk in Washington State for a conference called The Vine. The Vine (back yeeeeears ago when the term "Gen-X" was still in currency) brought together Protestants, Catholics and Orthodox to do one thing: to expose us to the vast range of Christian activity in the world. It was quite inspiring.
Three years later Lauren would publish her first book, Girl Meets God, to considerable acclaim. Our paths crossed six years later in 2006, at the Grand Rapids airport, as we made our way to Calvin College's Festival of Faith & Writing. Then in May of 2008 I wrote her a note. In it I invited her to contribute a chapter to my book, For the Beauty of the Church: Casting a Vision for the Arts. Long story short she said yes, and here we are two years later with a tremendous essay on patronage. Or rather it is an essay on the culturally and emotionally complicated but theologically necessary practice of patronage. I'm including an excerpt from the opening of her terrific chapter.
One practical note: to write "T-minus 2" is a little fudgy of me. The book is actually out. All week long I've been saying "Woohoo!" and "Is that book on my desk really my book?" It is, thanks be to God. You can pre-order it pretty much anywhere, but Baker Books or Amazon will work just fine, I imagine.
The painting above is by Baker Galloway. It accompanies Lauren's chapter in the book. Its title is "Just Trying to Get By," and I love how it plays, very sneakily, with Lauren's essay.
THE ART PATRON: Someone Who Can't Draw a Straight Line Tries to Defend her Art-Buying Habit

The passage in question was my discussion of the first time I ever spent money on art, which was a papercutting of Ruth 1:21 by a contemporary Jewish artist named Diane Paley. I purchased this papercutting at a very particular moment: a season in which I was trying to understand what kind of relationship (if any) I could still have with Judaism; a time during which, in ways not always easy to articulate, I deeply mourned my own rejection of the Judaism in which I had grown up. . . .
That was the passage from Girl Meets God my interlocutor found troublingāmy description of buying the papercutting. She said she was disturbed by my willingness to spend that much money on a piece of art. I think that she felt I was too glib and flippant in narrating that purchase, that I hadnāt demonstrated any awareness of the privilege entailed in dropping the equivalent of two monthsā rent on a piece of art. āHow, in terms of Christian ethics,ā she asked, ācan you justify spending that money on art when there are poor people to be fed?ā

I have pondered her question many, many times. The womanās concern . . . is a variation of a long-standing trope that tacitly criticizes the excesses of European cathedrals. Money for stained glass windows? Gold altars? Elaborate stone carvings? When there are starving children around the corner? Scandalous! This is just one of the themes that has given many in the worldāand many in the churchāthe impression that Christians, or at least Protestants, are hostile to āthe arts.ā
I tried for a two-pronged response: on one hand, to take my interlocutor seriously as a messenger speaking on behalf the God who became poor himself and, on the other, to undertake my obligations to that God and to the poor people in my neighborhood in the frame of what we might call a Eucharistic ethics of abundance. The God who impoverished himself is also the God of abundance, and somehow, perhaps at times nonsensically, Christians are called to live out of an ethic not of scarcity but of abundanceāan abundance that extends both to the homeless neighbor and to the artist neighbor. . . .
I tried for a two-pronged response: on one hand, to take my interlocutor seriously as a messenger speaking on behalf the God who became poor himself and, on the other, to undertake my obligations to that God and to the poor people in my neighborhood in the frame of what we might call a Eucharistic ethics of abundance. The God who impoverished himself is also the God of abundance, and somehow, perhaps at times nonsensically, Christians are called to live out of an ethic not of scarcity but of abundanceāan abundance that extends both to the homeless neighbor and to the artist neighbor. . . .

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Cheers,
Jason Ackman
Blessings on your work as an art prof at Wheaton. I just had a fabulous lunch conversation with the art faculty at Biola. Very encouraging.