I am a patron of Love Good because I firmly believe in the power of beauty to transform. I believe and have seen how something beautiful can fly in the face of a bad day, how a song can help me push through temptation, how a work of art can bring people together who would otherwise share nothing in common. There is tremendous power in beauty to not just inspire, but transform, and through Love Good, I get to wield a little bit of that power. And I like that kind of power, especially when the world’s headlines seem hopelessly ugly.

But how does Beauty transform, practically speaking? I have a true story of sibling rivalry to illustrate.

Picture a kindergartner sitting at a kitchen table, working intensely on his latest crayon masterpiece. Without warning or provocation, his inciteful older brother runs up with a black marker to scribble all over the page, simply for the twisted glee of making a baby brother cry. It’s incredible, isn’t it, how siblings know juuust the right buttons to push? Poor little brother loses his mind, weeping and rending garments at the mess of black on his page.

Watching the drama unfold, your first temptation is to make light. It’s just a little crayon drawing, why is he so upset? Can’t he just start over? No, he loved that drawing! It meant the world to him! To a kindergartner, this is a very. big. deal. So you take his crayon and show him, look: just a few marks here, a stroke or two there, we can take those black marks and make it part of the picture. And mercifully, he loves it. With a parent’s help, the black marks became something…


That kindergartner was my son, and as I stood there watching him continue in peace, the breath of God almost tangibly stopped time, inviting me to pause and reflect on an important truth. If a simple, dreadfully imperfect creature like me can turn ugly into beautiful, how much more so can the infinite Creator do the same with our enormous messes? Indeed there are terrible messes in this world, tragedies that cannot be compared to a kindergartner’s disfigured art project. I feel terribly overwhelmed sometimes when I consider the scars of human trafficking, absent fatherhood, rampant addiction and abuse. But I know – I know – there is enormous power in giving to the Source of beauty the messes of our lives. God can take our wars, our broken culture, our wounded relationships, and turn them into masterpieces if only we give Him the crayon.

Love Good does just that. The artists, writers, thought leaders and patrons of Love Good use the power of Beauty to breathe healing into a world suffering from unfathomable black marks. I’ve told people that next to wife and mother, the title I hold most dear is Love Good Patron. Not a day goes by that something produced by Love Good doesn’t make my home a little more beautiful, and I long for a world where companies like Love Good are the standard, not the counter-cultural exception. So I work with Love Good as one full of hope. My patronage isn’t just receiving cool music and merchandise each season (though I loves me some great swag); it’s my way to be a culture warrior.