The Message

I leapt from my sleep to write the words before I forgot them. As I realised the first sentence, I was worried that I would forget the second sentence, the answer. But I didn’t. The answer is there. A message.
2024, now 30 years since my first message.
It can’t be just for me. The first word is Jesus, so it’s bigger than me, so how should I share this message.
If I paint the message in such a way as to attract people’s curiosity, they may walk up close to the painting and read it. They can receive the message as substantial in their lives as I have, or pass on by. The submarine delivers the subliminal message. God’s media channel.
This painting is a talking piece.