I was always taught to be wary of the allure of pagan culture. Yet my sense of the beautiful was awakened in Asia. I saw there loveliness not only in the world of nature but also in the exquisite creations of human beings—creations dedicated to idols! I educated my eyes to the beauty in God’s world by letting them feast upon the radiance I beheld in a pagan land. How was I to come to terms with such irony?
Truth in all creation and in revelations of God subtly in other cultures and gods. The creator would leave his stamp on all creation, clues to his identity. What irony?
