Blank pages to a writer are very much like blank canvases to a painter, or blocks of wood or stone to a sculptor. The artist takes something that isn’t, sees within it something that could be, and turns it into something that is. That is how it is with writing. When I get to the end of a page, I know that something has been gained here that cannot be acquired anywhere else – an insight, an answer, another question. Writing is more than just putting words down on a page. It is a bout with severe honesty. It is a wrestle with truth – truth about ourselves, the world, life – all things that have been given to us by the Great Author Himself.

And so it is with life. Each new day is a blank page in the story of your life. Each page is yours for the writing, and how you write it will set the course for every page that will follow. This is a truth worth remembering: Life is more than just passing time. Each day means something. Yes, it is a small piece in terms of a lifetime, but it is an essential piece of a significant story in the great cosmic drama. How do you want your story to read? Will it be a series of random pages, dead-end plots and fragmented ideas? Or will it be a record of an amazing journey?

Think about your next blank page. It may be today or it may be tomorrow. Whichever it is, it is blank because it has not yet been written. Think about what it could be. Maybe you need to make a decision about something. Maybe you need to make amends with someone. Maybe you need to do or say something that should have been done or said a long time ago. Maybe you just need to put the past behind and start a new chapter. Whatever it is, this could be the first page of something really great. Determine to make this day worth reading and start writing.

The thing I noticed about Aldi, other than his height, was his smile. Now you don’t think of aliens as being big smilers, but Aldi is. He smiles all the time. And it’s not a fake smile either. It’s just an outward manifestation of his character. Aldi is the most content and happy person I’ve ever met. Again, not what you’d expect in an alien. But that’s just the thing. I no long think of Aldi as an extraterrestrial. True, he’s not human, but he is the most kind and genuinely good person I’ve ever met. He’s like a brother to me.

Aldi is also insatiably curious, especially about human behavior. He wants to meet every human he sees; sometimes with awkward consequences. He’s fascinated by human history. He’s still trying to get the hang of human humor. And he loves coffee and fast cars. But Aldi also has a keen eye about us. He is often puzzled by human inconsistency and quick to challenge deviations from what he calls “The True.” Surprisingly, Aldi’s questions and comments never come off as judgmental. Who knows? Maybe it’s that perpetual smile.

You can get to know Aldi yourself by reading his story in BLACKWELL: The Encounter Begins (2011) and Defying Gravity: Blackwell 2 (2013).

Rick Blackwell

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Perfectionism can lack heart. I once read a story about a man who built a robot to serve him. In the course of time, the robot observed its master’s love of music. One night, while the master slept, the robot taught itself how to play the piano. Possessing a computer brain, it downloaded music theory and programmed its fingers to form chords and play scales. Of course, as a machine, it was able to do this flawlessly. Upon completing its programming, the robot began to play. The master heard the music and came to investigate. He listened to his favorite piece of music played with perfection, yet he was not moved because the robot had no heart. Though flawless in its execution of the art, the robot could not replicate that human component that touches the emotions.

Perfectionism can become an impenetrable wall. I have met incredibly talented artists who wanted to share their art with the world but did not because it was never complete. There was always that one verse that was not quite right. There was always that one part of a scene that needed to be tweaked just a little more. There was always that one part of the picture that needed a little better shading or a different color. Ironically, their amazing talent had become an amazing curse. Every artists knows the weak parts of their craft. Some cannot set their art free to the world unless those weaknesses are made perfectly right. The irony here is perfectionists are not perfect. They may be excellent, but they will always find one more thing that needs to be corrected. And so many wonderful books, songs, paintings, and sculptures will remain in the workshop and never make it to the stage.

And now a word to those who enjoy our art: By all means, continue to expect us to do our best, but please remember we are human. We don’t mind you pointing out our mistakes. In fact, we welcome it because we do want to get it right. But also consider how hard it is to put our craft out there on the stage for all the world to see. Our creations are like our children. We want you to enjoy them, imperfect though they may be.

I’ve heard songs performed flawlessly, but they failed to move me. I’ve read well-written books that failed to captivate me. I’ve seen movies with talented actors and exquisite cinematography that were hardly memorable. Apparently, there is more to art than talent and technique.

I think the difference is found somewhere in the heart of the artist. Before an idea can be formulated into words, before the fingers touch the instrument, the heart of the artist must be affected in order to connect with the hearts of the audience. For those artists who consistently create great art, engaging the heart no less a part of their craft than tuning their instrument or getting the lighting just right. If we think of the heart as a destination, some artists get there a lot easier than others. I know musicians who appear to breath out great music. It seems they were born with an extra musical gene. I’m not like that. I struggle to get my guitar playing even close to where I want it. My writing is the same way. Sometimes it seems like the right words are buried deep, and I have to scrape and dig and pull them from the ground. But I’ve learned some things along the way that help me get to that heart place. I’d like to share them with you.

Time is necessary. Whether it’s working out a guitar riff or writing a character or scene, it takes time. Seldom do I create anything of value when I rush. It takes time for hands to form chords naturally. It takes time to really get to know a character.
Honesty really is the best policy. As art is an expression of oneself, we must resist the temptation to cast ourselves in any light other than the one that shines upon us when we are alone. This leads to #3.
Vulnerability is unavoidable. Every artist fails, but the great ones are not defeated by failure. If we are too afraid to put ourselves out there or unwilling to receive criticism, we may as well give up. Face it, some people will hate what you do. Some will love it.
Conviction is key. If we don’t believe in our art, chances are no one else will either. Now I know some of you are reluctant to promote your own art for fear of coming across as conceited or arrogant. I get that because I have those same thoughts. What helps me is to remember that art is a gift that brings great joy to people. If I truly believe that about my books then I can enthusiastically share them without being shy about it. Something else that helps keep the balance is to get behind other artists and help promote their work.

I’m sure there are lots of other ideas that can help us in this matter. If you are an artist, please feel free to share what helps you engage your heart in your craft. We’d all love to hear and learn from you.

First, let’s go back, way back, back to the beginning. The Bible teaches that our most ancient ancestors were created in the image of God and placed in a perfect environment under the most ideal conditions imaginable. They lived in harmony with nature, each other, and God. They could hear his audible voice. Perhaps they could see Him with their physical eyes. Maybe they even felt His real touch. All this was possible because the first man and woman had not yet sinned. There was nothing between them and God. They were absolutely innocent.

Sometime after creation, the man and woman succumbed to temptation and sinned. This one act put in motion all the horrors mankind has ever known. The harmony between humans and nature was wrecked. The harmony between humans was severely damaged. The harmony between humans and God was severed. However, as our ancestors stepped into a new world of frustration, trouble and pain, there remained within them the memory of what was lost. And just as the propensity and penalty of sin was passed down from generation to generation, so also the memory of the pre-fall perfection was passed. But it isn’t a memory like we have when we remember something we once knew. For us, this memory exists as a restlessness; the notion that something is very wrong with this world.

Now the irony of this is that while everyone senses this dis-ease in the world, most people fail to understand the cause of it, and therefore the solution to it. They try with all their heart, but even their best plans fail.

I am by no means a pessimist. Quite the opposite. But my worldview is shaped by two basic ideas: 1) The world is broken…which means I believe there had to have been a time when the world was not broken and something very specific broke it. 2) God is fixing it…which means I believe there is hope that the world will be right again and something very specific will fix it. So, I believe the world was once on the right track and it will be again. And those specific somethings? The thing that broke the world is sin. Every frustration, pain and suffering we experience is caused by sin. But there is a solution to this Human Dilemma; a Divine Solution. God started the long process of fixing our sin problem right after it occurred. He completed it with the death and resurrection of His Son Jesus. The Divine Solution has been working in the lives of individuals for about two thousand years. And God will institute its full manifestation when the times are complete. That’s the real Final Frontier.

“Space, the final frontier. These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise. Its five year mission: To explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go where no man has gone before.”

Now, I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about this subject. I’m awe-struck by the images captured by the Hubble Telescope. I get into the space documentaries on The Discovery Channel. And It’s a pretty safe bet that I will see most every sci-fi movie that comes out. But it has come into my mind that our fascination with outer space isn’t really about what’s out there. Rather, it’s about something much closer to home. Listen and you will hear a comment something like this: “We hope our exploration of outer space will answer questions about our own origins.” Look and you will see that our favorite extraterrestrial characters exhibit very human qualities – specifically, those qualities we admire most and would like to see exhibited within us. Superman was a genuinely good man. Yoda was wise. ET was a true friend. And it was the human side of Spock that eventually enabled him to overcome the cold logic of his Vulcan side.

So, maybe space isn’t the final frontier after all. Maybe the final frontier is really about finding the ideal human. Some evolutionists believe we will one day get there. But this begs the question: Where did we get such an idea? Could it be the lingering effects of what once was; the afterglow of who we once were? Graham Hancock speculates that humanity suffers from a collective amnesia about its past. If we could go far enough back in time, maybe we would meet this ideal version of us. I personally think there is something to this. I’ll explore this more in Monday’s blog post. But in the meantime, enjoy these stunning photographs taken from the International Space Station.

But what about the people? The world as they knew it ceased to exist on November 10, 1985. They did not. Tragic as it was, the end of their town was not the end of them. They found new homes. They adapted to new ways of life. They survived. I won’t pretend this sort of thing is easy, but history proves big change is survivable.

It puts life into perspective, doesn’t it? We are so used to the way things are, we can hardly imagine anything different. But nothing in this life is secure or constant. Floods come in many forms – loss of job, bad news from a doctor, loss of love. When such storms hit, they throw us for a loop and we wonder how on Earth will we ever survive. My worldview gives me the answer. My God has promised me that nothing will be the end of me, not even death. I read in His Word that life goes on. When this world as I know it ends for me, I will move on to an even better home, my real home. I will survive.

Click here to view photographs of Villa Epecuen as it looks today. Compared to the home that awaits those who belong to God, the most thriving civilization on Earth has no more life and beauty in it that this.

* I heard from two unrelated sources that Sammy Hagar was abducted by aliens in 1967.

* I saw a video of Koko, a gorilla who uses sign language, cuddling with Mr. Rogers and telling him she loves him. Then she took off his shoes.

* There was a really cool solar eclipse, visible in Australia, but I saw it on the Internet.

* I learned that there could be as many as 4 billion earth-like planets in our galaxy, able to sustain life.

* I heard and read that our federal government spent $402,721 on the development of underwear that can detect when you are smoking.

These are just a few of the strange things I heard this week, and I wasn’t even looking for them. Who knows what other tales of the bizarre I could have found had I been looking? Now this is the really strange part – as I shared some of these oddities with my friends, they weren’t all that impressed. They were just drops in the ocean of information. What will it take to fascinate us again?

1. There would be flying cars. (Got that one from The Jetsons)
2. Every house would have a push button telephone.
3. All televisions would be operated by remote control.
4. A human would have been to Mars.
5. Robots would be common. (Again, think of The Jetsons)
6. Rock-n-Roll would be even more awesome.
7. There would be lazar guns.
8. Star Wars would have nine episodes.
9. Every home would have a computer.
10. Earth would have been visited by extraterrestrials.

So here we are thirteen years into the future. In some ways, we didn’t go as far as my younger self believed. In other ways, we’ve gone way beyond it.

1. Not only do we not have flying cars, now guys my age get all excited when we see a car from the 70s. Didn’t see that coming at all.
2. The push button phone came and went. Now I don’t even own a home phone.
3. Television sets have gotten much cooler than I expected. Television programming has gotten much worse. Didn’t see that one either.
4. The space program is one of the greatest disappointments of the future. Too sad to say any more about it.
5. After seeing Terminator, I stopped hoping for robots. This future is so much better than what could have been.
6. I stand corrected. Rock-n-Roll is the greatest disappointment of the future. Even sadder than television.
7. I recently heard about a lazar that can sink a ship. Better late than never…or maybe not.
8. So now Disney is making Star Wars episodes 7-9. I will reserve my thoughts until I see them.
9. Admittedly, computer technology has surpassed my wildest expectations. We really do live in the future.
10. Still no convincing evidence of visitation by extraterrestrials. Given the abundance of movies about aliens, you’d think ETs were landing on Earth every day. But like the robots of Terminator, most of the movie aliens are more terrifying than fascinating. That’s one of the reasons I decided to write the BLACKWELL series. These are the extraterrestrials you’d want to encounter.

Yeah, we live in the future. Good, bad, indifferent, it’s where we are. Still, it makes me wonder where we are going.