I’m not really sure what to think about Thomas Kincade’s death. I mean, I have my own personal opinion, but I’m not sure what to think or actually say, when I try to exhibit grace. It’s hard. For years my wife and I saved up our money to purchase one of his paintings for our living room. We finally got one and were so happy. We respected his artwork, his messsage, an his Christian testimony.
Then my wife went to see him live and in person at an event. Her retelling to me of it did not impress. Kincade was overweight, and I mean grossly overweight. He didn’t take care of himself. He was a poor example of what a Christian should be. When she told me, I kinda pictured a concert where an aging, should of packed away his guitar, former rock star was still trying to recapture something that was gone forever.
Then we started reading about how he treats the people he licenses his stores to. Then we heard about all the problems with unfair business practices between he and others.
Slowly, the painter of light’s esteem in my eyes faded to nothing. It seemed like he was a has-been who really had been at one time and then lost it. Did he lose his faith? Did he ever really have it in the first place? What happened to make himself lose who he was?
And now, we come to the end. The headline I have in front of me reads, “Valium, alcohol killed painter Kincade”. An overdose of alcohol and prescription tanquilizers did him in.
Now, the painting on our living room wall just doesn’t seem so impressive anymore. I’d prefer to move it somewhere else. Personally, I see no reason to honor his work anymore. But that’s just me. Millions of you out there have Kincade paintings on your walls. What do you think?