S.C. Mummert

Mark Twain once described a man who died and met Saint Peter at the Pearly Gates. Knowing that St. Peter was very wise, the man asked a question that he had wondered about his entire life. He said, "Saint Peter, I've been interested in military history for many years. Who was the greatest general of all time?"

Saint Peter quickly responded, "Oh, that's a simple question. It's that man right over there." "You must be mistaken," responded the man, now very perplexed. "I knew that man on earth, and he was just a common laborer." "That's right, my friend," assured Saint Peter. "He would have been the greatest general of all time, if he had been a general."

What if you were born to do something, but allowed life to somehow get in the way? To eat up years that would’ve been better spent on something else. How many people have led wonderfully productive lives far removed from their real “calling”? Twain’s story would suggest more than a few. I bring this up not because I believe I’m that greatest … whatever. But only to propose that many of us, like Twain’s general, have been given precious gifts, the depths of which have never been fully plumbed.

I could bore you with the tale between the artistic dreams of a young teenager and when they abruptly became a reality over twelve years ago. But I won’t. Suffice it to say that in my early twenties I received high level artistic training out of Chicago, followed up with one-on-one professional help from artistic greats Tom Ryan and John Asaro.

Whatever gift God gave me, unlike the man in Twain's example, is relentlessly being pushed and explored—each and every day. So thank you for finding me while on this remarkable journey, your time here is appreciated!