By Brenda Black
The 120 million dollar question: If I
had $120 million, why would I spend it on ugly art? I never did
understand the appeal of “The Scream,” by Edvard Munch. I'm not
sure why anyone would want a haunting picture of an emaciated,
androgynous something standing on a bridge, hands clasped to its
hollow and pale face, mouth gaping and eyes wide in horror over who
knows what. Not my kind of ambiance. I just can's see that hanging
above my couch. Maybe that's why the bidder of the iconic, most
expensive artwork ever sold at auction remained anonymous.
Then again, perhaps whomever it is,
prefers anonymity to avoid the onslaught of commentary about his or
her foolishness with funds. I could interject here statistics on how
many starving children could be fed, clothed, housed, loved. I am
tempted to rail on the wasteful use of money in such a trying
economy. But I'm too much of a free market kind of gal. Instead, I'll take an artistic
approach and venture that such lavish behavior, accompanied by fear
of recognition, could actually parallel the face of fear in the
artwork. Did the buyer purchase his self portrait? The bigger
question for each of us remains: What do I fear and where do I place
my trust --in wealth and riches or in Christ? Helpful insight on the
topic of riches and anxiety comes through a song writer in the Book
of Psalm, the 49th chapter.
“Hear this, all you peoples; listen,
all who live in this world, both low and high, rich and poor
alike... Why should I fear when evil days come, when wicked
deceivers surround me – those who trust in their wealth and boast
of their great riches? No man can redeem the life of another or give
to God a ransom for him – the ransom for a life is costly, no
payment is ever enough – that he should live on forever and not see
decay. For all can see that wise men die; the foolish and the
senseless alike perish and leave their wealth to others. Their tombs
will remain their houses forever, their dwellings for endless
generations, though they had named lands after themselves.
“But man, despite his riches, does
not endure; he is like the beasts that perish. This is the fate of
those who trust in themselves, and of their followers, who approve
their sayings. Like sheep they are destined for the grave, and death
will feed on them. The upright will rule over them in the morning;
their forms will decay in the grave, far from their princely
mansions. But God will redeem my soul from the grave; he will surely
take me to himself.
“Do not be overawed when a man grows
rich, when the splendor of his house increases; for he will take
nothing with him when he dies, his splendor will not descend with
him. Though while he lived he counted himself blessed – and men
praise you when you prosper – he will join the generation of his
fathers, who will never see the light of life. A man who has riches
without understanding is like the beasts that perish.” (Psalm
49:1-20)
Apparently, riches don't eradicate
worry and they certainly can't buy an extended warranty on life. No
wonder Sotheby's spokesman David Norman thinks the world is filled
with frightened, frantic people. He sees the popularity of the
artist's work as representative of that deep-seeded emotion. "The
Scream has really entered the collective conscience, whatever
nationality, whatever country, whatever attitude or age, it really
sort of speaks to that sort of existential terror that everyone
experiences in the world," Norman told a CNN reporter.
He might be right. From birth, we
learn that the world is a scary place. But there is One who can
alleviate fear, conquer death and bring rich peace for every anxiety.
Christ's sacrificial actions on the cross unseat the terror as
portrayed by Munch's bridge-walking subject. The cross is where Jesus
Christ stared into the depth of hell and annihilated death to ransom
those who trust in Him. If we believe, we have nothing to fear! “God
is our refuge and strength, an ever present help in trouble.
Therefore we will not fear...” (Ps. 46:1-2a)
Big bucks won't keep us safe. Wealth
can't chase away terror. It may take $120 million these days to land
a piece of iconic art, but that doesn't buy eternal security. The
cost is much higher and it's already paid. When the hammer dropped on
the purchase of the human soul, the life of Jesus Christ paid the
bill. He hung exposed, not anonymously. And He thought we were worth
more than a 120 million to take us home.
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