It
was a revelation to me that as a young man Vincent van Gogh wanted to be a
pastor. Indeed, he came from a family of
pastors, his father being a minister of the Dutch Reform Church, and his
grandfather holding a degree in theology from the University of Leiden.
Vincent
became a Methodist minister’s assistant, at one point, with the intention of
“preaching the gospel everywhere.” Alas,
though, it was an unhappy arrangement and he spent most of his time either
doodling or translating passages from the Bible into English, French, and
German.
To
support his religious aspirations, Vincent’s family sent him to Amsterdam to
study theology. He prepared for the
entrance exam with his uncle Johannes Stricker, a respected theologian and
author. Vincent, however, failed the
exam. He then undertook a three-month
course at a Protestant missionary school near Brussels, only to fail at that,
too.
A
temporary post as a missionary in a coal-mining district in Belgium was what he
attempted next, living like those he preached to, sleeping on straw in a small
hut at the back of the baker's house where he was staying. His choice of squalid living conditions,
however, appalled church authorities, who subsequently dismissed him for
"undermining the dignity of the priesthood."
With
this, he turned fully to art, the other family occupation; three of his uncles,
and his brother were art dealers, and his father’s uncle was a successful
sculptor. Vincent wanted to be an artist
but “in God’s service” as he put it, stating, “. . . to try to understand the
real significance of what the great artists, the serious masters, tell us in
their masterpieces that leads to God. . . .”
A
Sanskrit hymn reads: “As the different
streams, having their sources in different places, all mingle their waters in
the sea, so, O Lord, the different paths which men take, through various
tendencies, various though they appear, crooked or straight, all lead to thee.”
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