Mark Bertrand encourages us to shut up and write.

I fear that the fundamental question in a Christian artist’s development — what it means to do art as a believer — is one he is not allowed to touch with a ten-foot pole. The answer has already been decided for him. “This is what it means,” his betters instruct him, and if he doesn’t listen he is kindly invited to go out into the mainstream, where people like him are welcome. The irony is not lost on readers of Scripture, but too often it is lost on the speakers themselves, who seem pleased to have caused the dust to be shaken off another pair of sandals.