Malachi the Artist

You know how parents sometimes say encouraging things that sort of ignore reality for a few seconds?  Like when I was a kid and dad was teaching me how to catch a baseball and it landed in my glove but only after it bounced off of my face and he said good job!, as if we were playing basketball and I was the backboard?   Well, listen close: what I’m about to say is true reality and has zero hyperbole.  My son was a better artist at 2 years old than I ever was or will be.  In years past he’d ask me to draw a robot to “show him how it’s done” and what I end up doing is my very best work, which inspired him toward greatness by doing the exact opposite of what I’ve drawn which, by the way, might be described as a disfigured rectangle of divergent borders infused by what appears to be squiggly lines of bacon.  But I did my best.   I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m not a very good artist.  My mother was.  My son is.  Clearly the skipped generation I am.

I’m going to put up a picture that he tossed together last night before going to bed.  Occasionally we watch a carefully selected episode of The Simpsons, which I know George Bush disliked greatly but he recanted around in 1992 or so, and kudos to him because the show is now in its 27th season, which enables the next generation of parents like me show their children what a Cowabunga is and to explain why we don’t yet should be saying Aye Carumba all the time in our grown up conversations.  I guess what I’m trying to say here is that yes, I let my 10 year old watch some episodes of the Simpsons, though I use a lot of PG and we always skip past the Itchy and Scratchy stuff because I can’t watch that without suddenly losing the urge to not eat again for several hours, and I have a pretty strong stomach (3 kids strong).

So far, my premise is that Malachi is a good artist and that I’m genuinely amazed at his skill, not exaggerating even one iota when I say that he is a billion times better than me at drawing, and that he has seen some episodes of The Simpsons.  That being said, here’s his drawing:


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When I'm not blogging, I'm hanging out with my family, pastoring a church, or listening to vinyl. I think and write about Jesus, music, communication, organizational leadership, family whatnot, and cultural artifacts from the 1980's -- mostly vintage boomboxes. You can read my blog at, watch [RadCast], a daily 3 minute video devotional, or find me on socials (@radamdavidson). I also help Pastors in their preaching and public speaking (
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2 Responses to Malachi the Artist

  1. Pastor Adam, I have 2 sons who are artists… I really tried to push them to their potential but one decided he wanted children more and the other went all but his last semester of college up in Grand Rapids… and dropped because he could not take the classes at night. Now down in AL he hopes to finish off his classes… I don’t know if they have an ITT down there or not. This son, Steve is my cartoonist. He even created his own cartoon character, MURF. He and one brother (the other artist have tattoo’s of MURF on their legs. Well, not that I would approve of some of the cartoon strips he made, some were remarkably funny!!! If this is Malachi’s passion… continue to urge him to further his education and finish it… They have great classes at Kalamazoo Art Institute for kids during the summer.. some are free. They have even had one for cartooning there! Both boys have been to them.. Not to leave my other son out of the loop, he was my techy and he is VERY good at managing..And the one who wanted kids?? He now has 7.. He went back to college at night and spends every free moment studying and is trying to instill into his kids to never give up… and stays home on Sunday mornngs to study while I take his kids to church! Don’t let this youngster give up is gifts!! He can really go somewhere!!

  2. Thanks, Sande. I hope he sticks with it — he’s quite good! I’m biased, I know…

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