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  string(2641) "A few years ago,

At the end of a talk I was giving in France,

A man came along and asked me a question:

-         ‘my son doesn’t want to come to church with me,

he spends all his time with his #*@#! computer games.

I’ve tried reasoning with him again and again: it’s like talking to a brick wall!

What should I do?!’

 

I looked into his soul and replied:

-         ‘play with him!’

 

As he was left open-mouthed by my comment, I went on:

-         ‘how do you expect him to be interested in you (and your church),

If you don’t take an interest in what he does?’

 

Pensive (and a little disappointed) he went on his way.

I expect he would have preferred it had I exorcised an evil spirit from his son's computer games …

 

Your sons will return

Another time, at the end of a talk,

(everyone will think that I only do the ends of talks!)

I was giving an elderly man a lift back to his house.

When I switched the engine on, the CD player came on automatically too.

 

It was the passage where Jacob, now very old, talks to his son Joseph, whom he’d given up for dead for so many years:

(no, Joseph hadn’t recorded a CD, it’s just an audio bible)

-         ‘I never expected to see your face again, and now God has allowed me to see your children too!’ (Gen 48:11)

Without stopping to think, I said to him:

-         ‘this is a message for you…’

And I don’t really know why,

but the Lord  prompted me to tell him the anecdote I told at the start of this email.

 

Lost in thought, the old man said:

-         ‘My kids and I used to make dens in their bedrooms with sheets and things. We made up this whole new world, full of adventures… ‘

-         ‘That’s great! I replied, you must have had loads of fun together… ‘

-         No, he said, bitterly, because instead of playing with them, I told them off and told them to tidy their bedroom…(pause)… You know, my children no longer want anything to do with our faith…

All was quiet for a while…

then I broke the silence:

-         ‘it’s not too late to tell them you’re sorry…’

 

I would have liked to have finished with ‘and they lived happily ever after’ (well…something along those lines)

But I don’t know if they did…

All I know is: that I’m going to go and play with my kid…

Bye!

 

Alain"
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  string(3466) "
Marching orders…
Being in an inquisitive frame of mind,
I sent off an email to ‘my’ personal prayer team, saying:

- “I feel that God is asking me to do stand-up in the non-church sector,
But I don’t know how to go about it…”

the sentence was barely written,
not even sent yet, when:
Driiiing! 
I get an invitation to a comedy festival in the south of France
in two months’ time.

After the show:
Jesus’ garden
we don’t go into the forest much these days because my leg’s broken
(but I don’t hold that against it)

Surrounded by a thousand smells and birdsong, I’m sitting in the garden with Jesus. We listen to the plants growing, while the sunrays that he made for this little corner of the universe flood all we can see with a light that’s both cool and welcomingly warm at the same time.
(Wow, this dialogue is awesome!)

That day, I was talking to him about a show that
had had a real impact on the town’s teenagers,
but at the same time had disappointed some Christians,
who were expecting something better.

Discouraged, disheartened, dispirited, disdited (I know, that doesn’t make sense, but it rhymes )I just wanted to give up. 
Bang! a sudden thought came to me:

- “If I asked you to do this, it’s because I believe you’re capable of doing it…”
- “Tenthousandthunderingblunderingtyphoons! But of course!”

I got up, I revised it, I said ‘come on, shake a leg’(shake a leg, geddit?)

- “I can do it, I have to!”
The show was a complete success.

That day, in the garden,
I grew in maturity.

Alain"
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  string(3976) "Mission impossible
Right under my comic-writing workshop
is a cellar filled with soil (in some places it reaches the ceiling)
I'm digging in there with all my might with a pickaxe,
shovel and wheelbarrow.

The plan is to make a music room.

This makes me think of the huge scale of the task I set myself
when I want to reach "Mr Everyman" with the gospel through my comic books
(or to give my testimony on CNN, or become friends with the Chinese emperor,
or harder still, to convince my wife what’s the point of football)

Everyday faithfulness   
To be honest, I’m not making much progress,
but I keep digging for 1 or 2 hours without fail every day - I’ll get there in the end!

Strangely enough, I even look forward to sweating it out during these moments of hard work, because I can listen to the Bible on my mp3-player,
these are special moments of intimacy with my heavenly Father*.
(*by "father" I mean God, because my "earthly" father doesn't know how to fly yet)

The little workman
The other day, my little Benjamin –he’s just turned 8-
Decided he was going to help me - he was really determined about it.
This little fellow is really pleased to be able to work alongside me and chat.
We have wheelbarrow races (he always wins!)
Benjamin, he means pure happiness to me.

Too small
Just one shovelful from Dad makes his small wooden wheelbarrow overflow!
He stopped for a moment and noticed that I put a lot
more into my wheelbarrow  than he did in his.
He tried to impress me by wheeling my barrow.
After a massive effort, all he managed to do was to knock it over.

My little man was disappointed:
- "Oh Dad! It’s no use, I’m not helping - my wheelbarrow is so small that we’ll never finish"

I stopped, knelt down and looked at him with love:
- "Benjamin, what matters to me is not finishing the work as quickly as possible,
but just to do it with you."


What Dad loves,
is to be with you.


Alain"
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