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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!

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-         ‘play with him!’

 

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-         ‘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(2649) "[:en]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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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!)

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had had a real impact on the town’s teenagers,
but at the same time had disappointed some Christians,
who were expecting something better.

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- “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,
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Marching orders…
Being in an inquisitive frame of mind,
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- “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. 
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- “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
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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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Posté pour la deuxième fois le 16 mai 2011 (première fois: 24.04.09) (pour lire en entier: cliquez sur le titre)



Mission 1possible
Juste en dessous de mon atelier de BD,
il y a une cave remplie de terre (par endroits jusqu'au plafond!).
J'y creuse de tout mon cœur à l'aide de pioche, de pelle et de brouette.

 L'idée est d'en faire un local de musique.

Cela me fait penser parfois à l'immensité de la tâche que j’essaie d’accomplir
quand j’essaie d’atteindre «monsieur Tous-le-monde»  par l’Evangile via mes BD
 (ou témoigner sur CNN aux Etats-Unis, ou devenir pote avec l’empereur de Chine ou pire encore, réussir à expliquer l’utilité d’un match de foot à ma femme)



Fidélité de tous les jours
Pour être franc, je n'avance pas grand-chose,
mais je creuse fidèlement tous les jours une à deux heures,  j'y arriverai!

Paradoxalement, je me réjouis même de ces moments de sueur,
car j'écoute la Bible sur mon mp3;
ce sont des moments privilégiés d'intimité avec mon Père* qui est au ciel... 
 (*par «Père» j’entends dire: Dieu, car mon père «terrestre» ne sait encore pas voler)

Le petit ouvrier
L'autre jour, mon petit Benjamin (il venait d'avoir 8 ans)
avait fermement décidé de m'aider.
Ce petit bonhomme est si motivé de travailler et de discuter avec moi…
Nous nous livrons aussi une course de brouette (il gagne toujours!)
Benjamin, c’est du concentré de bonheur!



Trop petit…
 Une seule pelle à papa bien remplie suffit à faire déborder sa petite brouette en bois!
A un moment, il s'arrêta et observa que, dans ma brouette à moi, j'en mettais bien plus que dans la sienne.
Il tenta (pour m'impressionner) de porter la mienne;
après un effort colossal, tout ce qu'il réussit, c'est de la faire tomber.

Mon petit bonhomme semblait maintenant dépité:
"Oh papa! ça ne sert à rien ce que je fais, ma brouette est si petite, jamais on arrivera à finir!"

Je m'arrêtai, m'abaissai vers lui et le regardai de toute ma tendresse:
"Benjamin, ce qui est important, ce n'est pas de finir ce travail le plus vite possible...
mais pour moi, c'est juste de le faire avec toi."

Ce que Papa aime,
c’est d’être avec toi…

Alain[:de]Mission Impossible

Direkt unter meinem Zeichnungsatelier ist ein Keller, der mit Erde gefüllt ist (teilweise bis zur Kellerdecke!).

Dort buddle ich von ganzem Herzen mit Hilfe von Spitzhacke, Schaufel und Schubkarre. Dem liegt die

Idee zugrunde, daraus einen Musikraum zu machen.

Dieses Schuften erinnert mich manchmal daran,

wie gewaltig meine Aufgabe ist, wenn ich versuche mit dem Evangelium, das ich in meinen Comics zeichne, den Otto Normalverbraucher zu erreichen (oder beim Sender CNN in Amerika ein Zeugnis abzulegen, oder der Kumpel vom Kaiser von China zu werden oder noch schwieriger,

meiner Frau zu erklären, wozu man das Fußballspiel erfunden hat).



 

Tägliche Treue

Um ehrlich zu sein, muss ich bekennen, dass ich nicht besonders vorwärtskomme, aber ich buddle jeden Tag beständig eine Stunde lang: Irgendwann schaffe ich es!

Andererseits freue ich mich sogar über diese Schweißmomente, denn ich höre meine MP3-Bibel. Es sind für mich ganz besondere Momente mit meinem himmlischen Vater... (mit „Vater“, meine ich Gott, denn mein „irdischer“ Vater kann noch nicht fliegen).



 

Der kleine Baumeister

Neulich hatte mein kleiner Benjamin – er ist gerade acht geworden – sich entschieden, mitzuhelfen. Dieser kleine Junge ist total motiviert, mit mir zu arbeiten und zu reden. Wir veranstalten auch ein Schubkarrenrennen (jedes Mal gewinnt er!).

Benjamin ist wie ein Gute-Laune-Konzentrat!

Zu klein?



 

 

 

 

 

 

Eine einzige gut gefüllte Schaufel und seine kleine Holzschubkarre quillt über.

Irgendwann hält er inne und sieht meine Schublade an, die weit voller ist als seine.

Er versucht, meine zu stossen (um mich zu beeindrucken). Unter größter Anstrengung gelingt es ihm aber nur, sie zum Kippen zu bringen.[:en]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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