Monthly Archives: November 2011

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  string(4410) "Cool! For Easter (the bunnies’ special day), my parents let me stay up late with them to watch a special film.

The film told the story of a King come from another world who had incredible magic powers, who was quiet and modest. Even though (in this film in any case) he never smiled, he genuinely loved the very worst type of human trash and lived alongside them (I mean people that the rest of society has rejected). He loved them so much…all his miracles were for them.

‒ But...but who is this guy!?

My father added:

‒ Moreover, it’s a true story.

‒ Huh!? I’ve never heard anything like this before! Why do we never talk about this? Wha...?

... Jesus...

 

The ‘trial’

The people could either vote for Barabas a murderer, who's got smelly feet to boot, or for Jesus.

The baddies had stirred the crowd up to shout:

‒ Barabas! Barabas!

There were only a few who were shouting for Jesus – just his mom, one or two friends and... me. I jumped up and down on my seat, shouting:

‒ Jesus! Jesus! Jesus!

My father:

‒ Hey! Enough of that! It’s only a film!

 

What kind of world are we living in?!

Then the unthinkable happened: Barabas won...

What kind of world have I been born into? How could you find someone so innocent to be guilty? I couldn’t bear to see him being struck, spat upon, insulted, mistreated, having to carry this heavy beam in the shape of a cross…

He had been so kind to all these people... and they’re nailing him to it!

Wait, hey, stop! this can’t be happening!

With all his special powers,  with one breath he could wipe them from the face of the earth! But instead of doing that, he asks his dad, ‘God’ (#%?! So who’s that then?!):

‒ Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do.

Me: BLAM!

 

But who is this guy!?

As I was weeping over his death, my father tried to put things into perspective:

‒ Huh! In any case, he comes alive again afterwards!

Whaaat?! But nobody ever comes back to life, at least.. What’s going on...?

 

‘Hi Alain, it’s me...’

Many years later, when I was a teenager I found some Christian comics in the trash (www.tournesol.ch). And it was only then, through my tears, that I understood that Jesus had undergone the cross of his own free will, through love for us….

... for me.

 

For them

I’ve been writing comics for over sixteen years now (and taking part in special events and other foolish things), giving me in turn frequent chances to share his message with others. It’s not an easy path to take, there is joy, but also mockery and hardships to be endured. When I feel like giving up, I find strength by remembering the two people for whom I do all of this, the little boy sitting upon a chair on that Easter evening who would have given anything to know more about Jesus...

and his God, who would have given anything to tell him more.

 

Alain

 
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but… who is this guy!?

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The meeting
I'd just started out on a walk in the forest,
when I saw someone coming towards me.
My heart leapt when I recognized my youngest son
(I love this little guy so much...)
He didn’t have to say anything,
I’d already seen from the look on his face that something was up.


- Hi pop, I’ve just been to a birthday party...
- ouch! I understand, that can’t have been easy...
- it’s not that, pop! I just had an argument with my friend, that’s all!

I sat down with him on a step.
I was genuinely interested in what he had to tell me (I listened just as carefully as I would have with an adult).
I didn’t bombard him with advice, I just listened attentively to him.

- and then, pop, what’s more, I’ve got a really hard English test to hand in,
I have to stick photos of each member of my family and write something about them and…and I don’t know how…
- don’t worry precious, super pop is here! (sometimes, I even believe it myself!)

I went back home, turned on my PC and showed him exactly what he had to do, and he sat on my lap and got on with it.
It would have been quicker for me to do it all myself,
but he wouldn’t have learnt anything and to tell you the truth, I like to make these times we have together last.

The time we spend with those whom we love is never wasted,
(rather, it’s always time we’ve saved).

Our work finished, we were as pleased with ourselves as a couple of Vikings who'd just finished a bit of pillaging and plundering!
We toasted the occasion with a big glass of cordial and a manly ‘cheers’

Early Fall 
I continued on my way, towards the forest.
We really are right slap bang IN the masterpiece of the greatest Artist of them all.
The elements are His tools, His rays of sun the multicolored palette from which he paints, these (His) last times: He doesn’t hold back! He scatters a thousand joyous shades upon the trees, drawing them into a jubilant waltz around me,
all against a subtle backdrop of white mist that crowns Him the master poet.

Despite his efforts, He is unable to take my mind off my worries,
my head was a muddled mass of grown-up cares,
So He decided to take another tack…

The meeting
Then, someone came towards me along the path.
From afar He had already seen from the look on my face that something was up…
It was the Divine artist Himself:

super Pop...

 

Alain"
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Super Pop

The meeting I’d just started out on a walk in the forest, when I saw someone coming towards me. My heart leapt when I recognized my youngest son (I love this little guy so much…) He didn’t have to say … More… More…

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(FR) novembre 2011

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  string(3374) "Over a period of a week

A civil engineering college hosted an exhibition of my comic books.
Maybe next time there’ll be an invitation from the amphibian and geological research center of the communist north pole, you never know…
Every 45 minutes throughout the day, every day,

I gave a drawing master class to an entire class of teenagers
who could ask me whatever questions they wanted.

That’s when I realized just how much God had touched their hearts...
That’s our deal: I take care of the drawing, He takes care of hearts.

 

Questions
Time and again, they were about faith.
Although it’s true that our generation feels lost,
one thing cannot be denied: it wants to find a way to faith...
They even stayed on during the lunch break, (it’s not as if I’m handing out free drugs or anything!)
Some waited for their friends to leave before coming to ask me more...

 

A good omen
A selection from all my comic books were displayed on the wall.
The drawings that made the biggest impact were from
my next album: ‘Conventional Wisdom 3’ (accounting for more than half of the framed drawings sold).

The college has kept several drawings on permanent display
awesome, it just keeps going!!

 

Saahsal

The bar that we played in on Saturday was a heavy metal venue (wood not being a musical genre).
Although we would acknowledge some of our influences come under this category of noise,
rock is more our style (I know, pebble isn’t a musical genre either).

Before unleashing the sound,
we got into a circle outside and called on the Holy Spirit’s help.
In the end, we even had to play two encores,
the barmaid said it was the best concert she’d ever heard in the venue (and it wasn’t because it was the first concert they’d ever had...very funny you guys!)

Leaving the venue (like, really late at night),
we were surprised to see just how unsafe the neighborhood was:
along both sides of the street, prostitutes were touting for business
and men were mistaking other women for their wives.

A ballet on paper

A dance company,
composed of dancers who had been chosen to be principal dancers by the famous Maurice Béjart
has created a ballet based on my last comic book ‘Marcel’s vacations’. (totally out there, don’t you think?!!)

They’re not at all connected with the Christian scene,
but they were touched by the story of the child who’s dying of hunger,
the charity ‘Compassion’ will also be there! (I’d quoted them in the book)

I’m going to open the show with a guitar solo (Gulp! All alone as well!)
and I’ll accompany the dancers with the deft movements of my pencil (there’s not much else I can do).
All this is happening at the Octogone de Pully theater!! (Lausanne, Switzerland)

The performance has already been staged once, but due to popular demand, it’s to be put on a second time.
Find out more (only in French).
http://www.auderset.com//accueil/event-ballet-dessine-novembre-et-decembre-2012/

 

Alain"
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News from the front (heavy metal, wood, pebble and classical)

Over a period of a week A civil engineering college hosted an exhibition of my comic books. Maybe next time there’ll be an invitation from the amphibian and geological research center of the communist north pole, you never know… Every … More… More…

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