Happytown. Everybody wants to live in Happytown; no pain, no fear, no death, no hell. Everyone wants a house with a white picket fence; no rain, no floods, no break-ins, no fire. Everyone wants a perfect little world; no war, no dictators, no bombs, no army. Every man wants a perfect woman; no blemishes, blonde hair, blue eyes, nice tan. Every woman wants a perfect man; nice job, new car, good money, strong face. But nobody ever wakes up in Happytown, because it doesn’t exist in this world. Down here it’s not so perfect; people bleed, people cry, people break down. Yet everyone chases a vision, ignoring….always ignoring the only perfection there is. A town called Hope; deep in the heart, ruled by a King…open to all. The door is a Son, the city is real.
— Steven M.
the man who wrote this goes to my church, and began a ministry called Hope Through Art.
his paintings are unique and beautiful.
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