Nick Benoit

Belief | Creation | Collaboration
Husband, Father & Creative Director at ROCKHARBOR.

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  • August 7, 2012 3:28 pm


    Just an FYI, to try and expand the scope of the site I’ve moved. You can find the blog (and more…coming soon) over at

  • May 7, 2012 10:37 am


    I’m feeling the weight of melancholy today. I woke up with it hanging around my neck, weighing down my eyes, scattered on the floor, splashed on the walls, hazing up the air around me. It’s not new. Maybe it’s the curse of the creative person, or maybe it’s the curse of all those who live under the fall. I don’t know. But it snuck up on me. 

    I stood in the bathroom staring at my face in the mirror, seeing only the scenarios playing out in my head. 

    A handful of emails I’ve marked as unread in my inbox, all of them asking difficult questions for which I don’t have the answers. 
    A mental list of projects and ideas and thoughts to jot down, all with little boxes absent of check-marks. 
    A sick wife who will single-handedly juggle two kids for most of the day. 
    And this sort of crushing feeling that I’m far behind in a race I didn’t know I was running. 


    Blink it away. Shrug it off. Hum a tune, and push it to the edges. Save it for a rainy day.

    That’s what I’d normally do. But today I’m looking it in the eye. I want to see it for what it is. 

    I have had good days lately. Good weeks and months, really. A long stretch of good work and seeing God work. A good look at who I am, and who God is and hearing his voice. In fact, of late I have experienced an intimacy with God and a regularity of hearing his voice that is brand new territory for me. So this morning should probably come as no surprise. 

    A few months ago I started drinking more water, a result of one of the silly pacts I make with myself on a regular basis. 

    Wake up without hitting snooze.
    Ride my bike instead of driving.
    Eat more green things.
    Read more books
    Read a book.

    Some I follow through with, and some I don’t. But I have been drinking more water. I’ve discovered that the strange byproduct to consuming the amount of water that I really should be, is that I’m more thirsty. (Or maybe not more thirsty, exactly, but more regularly in want of water.) 

    I used to be able to go for hours—half a day even—without water and then suddenly think, “Ooh, I should probably drink something. Maybe a Coke!” Terrible, I know.

    Now I can be completely lost in whatever is in front of me, but as my throat goes dry and my eyes get heavy I suddenly realize that I haven’t had anything to drink in the last hour. My body knows what I need before my mind takes notice. 

    Rather than acting as a preventative to thirst, drinking more has actually made me more thirsty, more desiring of what is good for me. 

    Lately I have been drinking deeply of God’s presence and his word and his work in my life. And I think this morning’s melancholy is a case of my soul knowing what I need before my mind has taken notice. I’ve been drinking more, and I’m getting thirsty faster. 

    Maybe I shouldn’t try to shake this thing off. Maybe I should heed the thirst of my soul and go get a glass. 

  • April 27, 2012 3:24 pm

    Conjurers of Spells

    Art—or at least, good art, or at least, inspired art—makes the mundane things of life fascinating. And more than anything in life, I think it’s that particular ability of art that fills me with wonderment and merriment. Because suddenly, all around us the world swells to enormous proportions as each ignoble thing becomes ripe with profundity and beauty and every disregarded “it” becomes a subject worthy of meditation and contemplation and delectation.

    That’s magic.

    And artists are the magicians because all artists can use their art to turn the mundane into magic.

    But it’s not really magic. No, not really. 

    I think that what I call “magic” is really an opening up of one’s ability to see things as God sees them. And that feels like magic, because it is so…other…than us. So contrary to us. 

  • April 19, 2012 1:40 pm
    Family day! (Taken with instagram) View high resolution

    Family day! (Taken with instagram)

  • April 17, 2012 11:34 am

    Threads, part 2

    When I’m tasked at coming up with a creative concept for, say, Easter, I begin by looking for threads. Threads are those things that hold seemingly disjointed things together. It’s the work of God helping us see the continual work of his grace through the moments, conversations, circumstances, dreams, and prayers of our lives.

    Usually I start looking frantically, but I’m learning that the frantic search is never a fruitful one. Threads are found by being both proactive and perceptive, but you must fall silent and speak. You must focus your mind and also give it time to wander. 

    I always start with myself. Most of my best creativity comes from what’s happening inside me—the things I’m learning, the things I’m opening up to and the things I’m fighting. The work that comes from inside is usually the most honest and raw work I can do. I start looking for the threads of what God is doing in me.

    But I don’t stop there. I start having conversations with friends and family, trying to perceive what God is doing in them and what they see happening in the world around them.

    I also look for threads in the creative team at church and among the leadership, trying to see the lines and colors of God’s grace that is drawing things together in our personal lives and our church.

    In all these places I’m looking for threads. I’m looking for patterns to align, for colors to emerge, for textures to suddenly “feel right” together. Oftentimes, there’s a single word or verse that seems to come up again and again.

    I’ve found that the threads I most often end up working with are those that are being sewn so deep that they haven’t yet been processed. In conversation they’re rarely the first thing mentioned, they’re the last. And they’re almost always preceded by a pause—there’s an intake of air, a narrowing of eyebrows, and a far-off look. And then threads come out of our mouths in fits and spurts, with retraced steps and bad vocabulary. Because the best threads aren’t obvious, and they aren’t practiced, so we have to beat around the bush a little before we can get at them. 

    Hunting for threads is one of the many things I’ve learned through my exploration of creativity, and it’s one of the greatest because it means that I’m learning a new way to listen to God.

    Threads may not be how God speaks to everyone, but I’ve found it’s how he most frequently speaks to me. What I’m beginning to realize is that I should be looking for threads all the time, in every aspect of life. Looking for the voice and the wisdom and the presence of God seaming everything together. And then I should be faithful with the gifts he’s given me, and bring those threads to light, draw them out into the open, turn the fabric inside out and upside down so that all can see the intricate work happening underneath.

  • March 26, 2012 8:00 pm
    The real work. #RHvolunteersconsistentlywowme #oceaster #ROCKHARBOR (Taken with instagram) View high resolution

    The real work. #RHvolunteersconsistentlywowme #oceaster #ROCKHARBOR (Taken with instagram)

  • March 12, 2012 3:48 pm

    Threads, part 1

    (Photo courtesy of kpwerker on flickr.)

    Christmas and Easter come every year. They’re tenacious like that. (At least Christmas has the good manners to arrive at precisely the same time each December. Easter, on the other hand, sneakily slides around from week to week, making it difficult to pin down.)

    As the leader of the creative team of our church, these annual holidays are times of both anxiety and excitement. They provide annual opportunities for us to tell the greatest stories of our faith and to push into new creative territory as we challenge the boundaries of our storytelling. But the holidays also carry with them the challenge of continuously needing to find new and captivating ways to tell a story that almost everyone in our western culture has already heard…and many have already dismissed. 

    In truth, the story is not really mine to tell. The Spirit tells these stories. I have to trust that. 

    As much work as I may do, as innovative as my methods may be, this story is made real, and it’s made transformational by the quiet whisper of the Spirit in the soul of each person. 

    Still, God gives me both the opportunity and capacity to partner with his Spirit in telling his story.

    I take that very seriously.

    Creativity is, for me, very serious business. Fun business, but serious business. 

    And so, year after year, holiday season after holiday season, I must innovate. But I’ve learned more and more to hear and to trust the voice of God in my creativity. 

    Lately I’ve been wondering how that comes about, and I’ve found that the process is not easily traced. It’s hard for me to perceive—much less describe—the way the Spirit whispers ideas to my mind and swells them in my heart.  But I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m always looking for threads. 

    Threads are those things that, well, they thread life together. 

    Life is a series of fragments, scraps of fabric. Every interaction, every conversation, every experience a different pattern, color, and texture. But through all of it, God is working and speaking. He’s highlighting words and moments. 

    We hear the same words repeated in a conversation with two friends weeks apart. 
    We learn the same lessons three and four times over in different ways—through a situation, through a sermon, through our devotions. 
    We feel a subtle shift in our hearts. 

    These are threads. It’s as if someone is taking a needle and thread and drawing them through the fraying edges of all of these scraps of life and suddenly making sense out of them, making them work in harmony, closing the gaps and seaming them together.

    So each time another holiday comes rolling/looming on the calendar, I start looking for threads. 

    More on looking later.

  • February 29, 2012 6:27 pm

    You Say You Want a Devolution?

    An interesting article reflecting on the apparent stagnation of culture—art, architecture, fashion, design—amidst the constant innovation of the technology sector in the last twenty years. 

    Quite thought-provoking.

  • 6:59 am

    BLAINEHOGAN.COM | ideas, hope, & creative process: On Rest & Taking Our Time


    “But I was beginning to see, now that I was out of school, that the world was not set up for sitting and staring, that time was no friendly giant lofting me gently into the imagination.” — PATRICIA HAMPL, BLUE ARABESQUE

    No, there is far too much to get done these days.

    Get up. Make the…

  • February 25, 2012 7:55 pm
    Ellis Poppe Benoit (Taken with instagram) View high resolution

    Ellis Poppe Benoit (Taken with instagram)