The scripture has voice inside the art. The epic of the Bible unravels through image. The contemporary climate has voice inside the art. The graphic image appears flawless, feels like perfection, approved as beautiful (which is another word for sexy). Scripture exposes the nakedness of humanity, the imperfection of our minds and bodies. Contemporary culture worships what the homeless cannot have, what the poor just cannot touch. We are all about touching, physical reality is our master vending machine. I wonder if scripture has become something like a vending machine? Are we hungry for a spiritual snack? Job = A7 (the code for restoration of faith in an age of threat).