Monthly Archives: February 2014
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string(11503) "A simple guyI was just a simple guy, one of those you see everyday in the street …Nothing really special…I’ve done stupid things, nothing terrible though, and not more often thananyone else, a pretty normal guy in the end…(I haven’t led a gang or killedanybody, sorry!)My parents held a small drinks shop (coke, beer, wine…)and I sometimes worked there after school.I probably could have taken it over and had a settled life, as ordinary as it gets…But I was lacking something deeper, something that I could feel in my guts; something that would taste true … Discovering an incredible treasure!One day, at school, I was involved in an old paper collection.I went into this particular house that had some kind of Greek columns in the entrance.What I wasn’t aware of was that the family that lived there, (and that I didn’t even know) had been praying for me regularly. When I walked into that house, I couldn’t believe it: someone was crazy enough to be throwing away a whacking great pile of comics!Those comics were called “Tournesol” (Sunflower). I started to read them and something hit me pretty fast:– They’re talking about God!God …? I knew it was something people talked about in those houses with a steeple on top and that are always closed, some thing for religious people or for a sect, but I couldn’t understand why on earth someone would be talking about God in a comic book (!?!)Then I felt a soft voice, tinged with peace, in my thoughts, telling me,– Read on, it’s for your own good. Day after day I literally devoured those comics that spoke of the Gospel and of Jesus Christ’s tremendous and incredible love for me.God himself was there in my room (he’s everywhere, actually) … and I told him:– I give you my life … I know it’s not much … but I’m giving it to you.Ever since that day, my life has never been the same …New dimensions, a parallel world …I bought myself a small Bible and started discovering God as a friend.I would spend hours seeking him … And discovering new dimensions and experiencing incredible stuff!So that’s how in 1989, my existence took a turn for the better, I discovered a deeper sense of life; I was 15.That was the beginning of a life of adventure, (I’m not exaggerating!) that I can’t even start to describe now.Maybe next time …Alain gets started with comics … Alone, with nothing…On day, as I was attending a youth meeting, the speaker called out:– We all have talents – …. who wants to serve God with theirs? If you do, stand up! I was at the back of the room, thinking.I honestly didn’t believe I had any particular talent, except maybe a collection of bad marks at school …I had no training and no job… That night, I was one of the only ones that stood up and I told God:– Lord, I can’t do a thing … I have nothing, but I give it to you … you do something with it… At the end of the meeting, the speaker (he had spotted me earlier) asked me:– So, what’s your talent?- I don’t know, I have nothing special … I draw a little in my maths notebooks… maybe I could get into comics …- So that’s your gift? Ok, let’s pray!- Huh? Umm, er, sure, ok!” I didn’t want to spoil his evening. FireI wanted to share with everyone what I had discovered, what had filled my life.I wanted to spread happiness and hope in other people’s lives.So I started drawing like a madman, every evening, sometimes even all night long.I got into Arts School (that was really hard for me, I wasn’t really gifted).And I graduated 5 years and a half later with a graphic designer degree. Straight down from heaven! My wife and I then decided it was time I dedicated myself to fulltime drawing.At first, I started with working for several newspapers… But the more I drew, the lower the bank account went. Nevertheless, we knew we owed something to people. What I was doing was important and would meet a true need, because nothing similar to this had ever existed…We both agreed not to talk about our financial issues with our friends and family, but only with God. Alone before an empty fridgeOne morning, I opened the fridge and found it nearly empty, and I suddenly became afraid:– Am I nuts? … Can God really intervene and feed us?I spent the whole day worrying. Fortunately, that evening, I ran into this verse in the Bible: Matthew 6:31-33: “So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall wedrink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.” (NIV) So I asked God to forgive me for worrying, and I thanked him for the food that would be provided for the following day. And I fell asleep peacefully.The next morning, an old man was at the door, his arms filled with supplies.For the seven years that followed, God literally fed us!I could give you so many more examples but … let’s carry on with our story. Discouragement …I was two months away from finishing my first comic book and suddenly, I just wanted to give it all up.True, we’d never lacked food, but with my worn-out shoes, my torn trousers and my army coat, (it did keep me nice and warm!) I probably looked like a tramp.I felt the weight on my shoulders of “what others must think”.People around us were going on holidays, owned one or even two cars, had a TV, bought whatever they wanted….whereas, I went back to the shop to return empty bottles hoping to collect a few coins.And as if that wasn’t enough, Eliane and I were going through a rough time in our marriage.Even though I kept on going to church on a regular basis, I just didn’t feel like praying anymore. Mister the devil …One day as I was wandering in the forest, “mister the devil” who felt “concerned” by my situation started to make me think:– Let go of all that, leave your wife, your drawings, your God. You’re a lousy Christian anyway.(As if letting go of God was going to solve anything!)I could have let it all go indeed, but not Jesus. Through the years, our friendship had become what I treasure the most. So I said to myself:– #*@ !! That’s enough! This has GOT to change in my head! I will pray till I find my inner peace again. God came the very moment I made that resolution. I felt his peace in me once again.At the same period, three or four people I barely knew came to see me and told me they felt called with a mission to pray for five people in the country, and that I was one of them (???!!!) It sounded like a joke… The phone callAround the same time, the phone rang, and somebody I didn’t know started to tell me this strange story:– Sir, you don’t know me, but I’ve had a vision of you speaking to thousands of young people … What can I do for you?I couldn’t believe what I was hearing and stammered:–Well, ummm, I don’t know … What’s your job?– I manage an American firm.– Hah! Well if that’s the case … Could you lend me US $ 16 500 so I can printmy new book?– I’ll get back to you in a few days … He called back a few days later, and said ok.My first book, “Idées recues 1” (available in English as Conventional Wisdom) was self-edited and quickly became a success.It was followed by “Marcel”, “Robi” (also available in English), “Idées reçues 2”, “Willy Grunch” (which won three awards at the International Christian Contest in Albuquerque), “Les vacances de Marcel” and “Idées recues 3”. I received three times the first prize at the International Christian Comic Book Festival, in Angoulême, France. (The biggest festival of its kind in Europe).Today, more than 100 000 books have been sold in Europe.Some books have been published in China, in the USA and in several other countries that I could never have even dreamt of… However, I know very well that there are artists much more talented than me. I regularly receive numerous messages from people who were deeply moved and born again testimonies – and that touches me strongly.Finally, in 2013, MOONDOG ANIMATION studios released five teasers of a TV series adaptation of my comic “Willy Grunch”, in view for it to be sold to major TV networks with a potential to reach millions of people.All this happened to a guy without talent who stood up for Jesus.I’m just a simple guy, nothing special, but my Friend is great … Load in PDF:Alain Auderset testimony In French,In Deutch,In Spanish."
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Un chico simpleYo era un chico bastante simple, como los que cruzáis todos los días por las calles.No tenia nada en especial.Hice tonterías, nada grave, como cualquiera… Como cualquier chico normal (lo siento no fui jefe de banda ni maté a nadie).Mis padres tenían una tienda de bebidas (refrescos, vino, cerveza etc) y, a veces, trabajaba con ellos después del cole.Hubiera podido seguir con la tienda, tener una vida tranquila…Pero me faltaba algo más profundo, algo que me quemara por dentro… Algo real, algo muy especial… ¡El descubrimiento de un tesoro increíble!Un día, en el cole, participé a una colecta de viejos papeles, periódicos, revistas.Llegué a una casa un poco fuera de lo común, tenía como columnas griegas en la entrada.Lo que yo no sabia es que, en esa casa, vivía una familia (que yo no conocía) quien oraba por mi a menudo.Cuando entré, no creí lo que vieron mis ojos: ¡Como se podía estar lo bastante loco como para tirar un montón gigante de comics!Se llamaban “Tournesol”. Los empecé a leer y algo me llamo la atención: Todos hablaban de Dios…¿Dios? Sabía que era algo que se comentaba en unas casas con campanas en el tejado, siempre cerradas, una cosa para religiosos o una secta pero no entendía que se podía hablar de Dios en un… comics… (¿¡?!)Sentí entonces una dulce voz que me susurraba al oído, llena de paz “Lee, es bueno para ti”. Día tras día, devoraba los comics que hablaban del evangelio, del increíble y gran sacrificio de Jesus para mí.Dios en persona estaba en mi habitación (El esta en todas partes en realidad).Le dije “toma mi vida, no es gran cosa, pero te la doy”.Desde entonces, mi vida no ha vuelto a ser la misma… Nuevas dimensiones, un mundo espiritual (paralelo).Me compre una pequeña Biblia y descubrí a Dios como un amigo, ¡pasaba horas buscándolo y descubriendo nuevas dimensiones y viviendo cosas locas!En 1989, mi vida cambio positivamente, tomó un sentido profundo, tenia 15 años.Fue el principio de una vida llena de aventuras (no exagero) que no puedo contar, otra vez a lo mejor… Alain empieza los comicsSolo, con nada…En una reunión de jóvenes en la iglesia, un orador hizo un llamado: “Todos tenemos talentos… ¿Quién quiere ponerlos al servicio de Dios? ¡Pues, que se levante!”.Estaba en el fondo de la sala, pensando… “Sinceramente, no me parece tener ningún talento en especial, solo una colección de malas notas en la escuela…”No tenía una formación particular, ni un oficio.Esa noche, fui uno de los únicos en levantarme y le dije a Dios: “Señor, no sé hacer nada, no tengo nada, te doy todo, haz algo…” Al final del encuentro, el orador (ya me había fichado) me dijo:– Pues, dime ¿Cuál es tu talento?– No sé, no tengo ninguno en especial, pinto en mi cuaderno de matemáticas… a lo mejor, podría dibujar comics…– Bueno ¿Es ese tu don? ¡Okay! ¡Vamos a orar para ti!– Ah bueno, ¡Okay!No quería estropearle su reunión. El fuegoQuería compartir con todos lo que había descubierto, lo que llenaba mi vida.Quería transmitir a los demás la felicidad y la esperanza que llenaban mi vida.Empecé a dibujar día y noche.Entré en la escuela de Arte (fue difícil para mi porque no era talentoso) y salí cinco años y medio más tarde con el diploma de “grafista”. ¡Cae del cielo!Depuse, decidimos, con mi esposa, que era tiempo de consagrarme enteramente al dibujo.Al principio, dibujé para varios periódicos…Pero, más pintaba, mas nuestra cuenta en el banco disminuía…Sin embargo, sabíamos que lo debíamos al mundo, que estábamos haciendo algo importante para la gente.
No existía nada similar.
De mutuo acuerdo con mi esposa, decidimos que no hablaríamos de nuestros problemas de dinero a nadie, solo a Dios. Solo delante de un frigorífico vacíoUna mañana, abriendo el frigo, viéndolo casi vacío me asusté:– … Pero ¿Soy inconsciente? ¿Dios puede realmente intervenir para darnos de comer?Viví todo ese día en la inquietud. Felizmente, llego la noche y descubrí este texto en la Biblia: “No os afanéis, pues, diciendo : ¿Qué coméremos, o qué beberemos, o qué vestiremos? Porque los gentiles buscan todas estas cosas; pero vuestro padre celestial sabe que tenéis nececidad de todas estas cosas. Mas buscad primeramente el reino de Dios y sus justicia, y todas estas cosas os seran añadidas".Mateo 6. 31-33 Pedí perdón a Dios por mis inquietudes, y le di las gracias porque El nos iba a traer de comer mañana.Me dormí con la paz en el corazón.Al amanecer, un hombre mayor estaba delante de nuestra puerta con los brazos llenos de comida.Comimos muy bien ese día y los siguientes.Durante, 7 años ¡Dios nos alimentó!Podría multiplicar los ejemplos, pero, sigamos nuestra historia. Perdiendo coraje…Dos mese antes de terminar mi primer comics, tuve ganas de dejarlo todo.Nunca nos falto un plato de comida, es verdad… pero, con mis zapatos rotos, mis pantalones gastados, un abrigo militar (que bien me calentaba por cierto), parecía un callejero.La mirada de los demás me pesaba.La gente alrededor nuestra iba de vacaciones, tenía un coche (por lo menos, uno), tenía televisión y compraba lo que quería.Nosotros no teníamos nada de todo eso.Y para colmo, nacían tensiones entre Eliane y yo.Aunque seguía hiendo a la iglesia con frecuencia, perdí el gusto de orar. ¡Ay, este diablo!Un día, caminaba por el bosque, “el diablo” se “inquieto” de mi y me hizo pensar: “Abandona todo, deja a tu mujer, tus dibujos, tu Dios.De todas maneras, no eres un buen cristiano” (¡Como si el hecho de dejar a Dios iba a cambiar gran cosa!).Si, lo podía haber dejado todo, pero a Jesus, nunca.Al pasar de estos años, mi amistad con el era lo mas valioso para mi.Y me dije “Estoy arto, ¡!#*@!!, tengo que terminar con estas ideas negras, oraré hasta que vuelva mi paz interior. Dios vino al momento en que tomé esa decisión.Volví a sentir su paz en mí.En ese momento, tres o cuatro personas que no conocía muy bien, vinieron a verme para decirme que habían sentido que tenían que orar para cinco personas en el país y que yo era… una de ellas ¡Parecía increíble! La llamada telefónicaPor esas fechas, el teléfono sonó y una persona que no conocía me comento algo que me pareció bastante extraño:– Estimado Señor, no me conoce, he tenido una visión de usted hablando a una multitud de jóvenes, ¿Que debo hacer para usted?No me creía lo que estaba pasando y balbuceando le dije:– Pues no sé, ¿Cual es su oficio?–Soy director de una empresa americana.– ¡Ah! En ese caso, déjeme 17 000 $, (no sé ni cuantos dólares son) que pueda imprimir mi comics…Pensó un momento y contestó:– Le vuelvo a llamar en unos días…Unos días más tarde me llamo y me dijo: ¡Okay! Mi primer comics“ ¡Ay! Dios Mío” fue lanzado en auto edición y rápidamente fue un gran éxito de librería.Le siguió otro comics: “Marcel”, “robi”, también disponible en íngles.“¡Ay! Dios Mío 2” y “Willy Grunch” (Que ha ganado tres premios en el congreso Internacional cristiano en Albukerque), “¡Ay! Dios Mío 3” y “Las vacaciones de Marcel”. Recibí tres veces el primer premio del International Christian Comic Book Festival en Angoulem, Francia (Es el mayor festival de ellos en Europa).Al día de hoy, mas de 100 000 ejemplares han sido vendidos en Europa.Algunos libros han sido publicados en China, en los Estados Unidos y en muchos otros países, que nunca podría haber imaginado...Ya sé que hay muchos artistas con mas talento que yo.Regularmente recibo muchos mensajes de gente que no puede desplazarse a escuchar los testimonios, y esto me afecta mucho.Finalmente, en 2003, Moondog Animation Studios realizó 5 cortos de mis dibujos animados, Willy Gruch, para la televisión, con vistas de venderlo a las grandes cadenas de televisión que tienen el potencial de tocar a millones de personas. Todo esto le ocurrió a un chico sin talento que seguía a Jesus.Yo soy solo un chico sencillo, nada especial, pero con un gran Amigo. Testimonio en íngles,En frances,En alemán.[:de] Alleine vor 5‘000 MenschenEines Tages besuchte ich ein großes Jugendtreffen. Gegen Ende der Veranstaltung forderte der Redner uns heraus, aufzustehen, wenn wir unsere Talente Gott zur Verfügung stellen wollten. Er betonte, dass jeder Begabungen und Talente habe. Ich saß unten im Saal und überlegte. Es fiel mir wirklich nichts Besonderes ein. Ich konnte eine Serie von schlechten Schulnoten vorweisen, wirklich nichts Tolles. An diesem Abend war ich einer der wenigen, die aufstanden. Ich sagte zu Gott:– Herr, ich habe nichts, aber ich gebe es dirEs war so, wie wenn ich mit zwei Broten und fünf Fischen 5000 Leute satt kriegen sollte. Es war lächerlich, was ich Jesus brachte. Der Redner kam auf mich zu:– Na, was ist dein Talent?– Ich weiß nicht, ... nichts Besonderes, ich male ein bisschen in meine Mathematikhefte...– Ja, das ist deine Begabung! Jetzt beten wir!– Na, ja... also gut,Antwortete ich, denn ich wollte ihm ja seinen Abend nicht verderben. Die Talente entfalten sichJeden Abend, ganze Nächte lang zeichnete ich. Mehrfach meldete ich mich für die Aufnahmeprüfung an einer Kunstschule – und fiel durch. Als ich es endlich geschafft hatte, war ich ausgesprochen fleißig. Die Schule dauerte 5 ½ Jahre und jeden Tag – wirklich jeden Tag! – dankte ich Gott für meine Ausbildung. Inzwischen war ich verheiratet. Meine Frau Eliane und ich beschlossen, dass ich meine Zeit zu 100 Prozent für Gott einsetzen sollte. Anfangs zeichnete ich für christliche Zeitschriften, dann machte ich mich selbstständig. Mit niemandem außer Gott wollten wir über unsere Finanzen reden. Ich zeichnete fleißig, aber das Geld wurde immer weniger, bis ich eines Tages vor dem leeren Kühlschrank stand.– Niemand lebt so, handle ich unverantwortlich?dachte ich mir. Den ganzen Tag über war ich sehr unruhig. Erst am Abend beim Bibellesen sprach Gott zu mir durch den Text im Matthäus-Evangelium, Kapitel 6, 31-33: Sieben Jahre lang hat Gott uns buchstäblich ernährt. Mal brachte uns jemand Lebensmittel, mal war meine Frau überzeugt, dass sie im Migros-Supermarkt ein Preisausschreiben gewinnen würde und tatsächlich: sie gewann einen Einkaufswagen voll bester Waren. Ein anderes Mal bat uns ein Nachbar, ihm etwas abzunehmen, weil seine Gefriertruhe ausgefallen war. Ich könnte noch viele Beispiele bringen, das Erstaunlichste war wohl folgendes Erlebnis: wir wollten einen Ausflug machen, und meine Frau war ziemlich verbittert, weil wir es uns mit unseren 50 CHF nicht leisten konnten. Ich betete, schaute in den Briefkasten ... nichts! Ich kann es mir bis heute nicht erklären, aber am nächsten Morgen waren weiter 50 CHF in meinem Portemonnaie und wir konnten losfahren. Schwierigkeiten vorprogrammiert?Ich zeichnete weiter, aber etwa zwei Monate, bevor das erste Buch erscheinen sollte, hätte ich am liebsten alles hingeschmissen. Alle fuhren in Ferien, nur wir hatten kein Geld dafür. Mit meinen alten Klamotten sah ich aus wie ein Landstreicher. Ich hatte auch keine Lust mehr zum Beten. Eine Stimme schien mir einzuflüstern:– Schmeiß alles hin! Verlass’ deine Frau! Hör’ auf zu zeichnen!Das war zu deutlich! Ich erkannte die Flüstereien Satans und entschied mich, so lange zu beten, bis ich Gott wieder gefunden hätte. Der DurchbruchNun begann eine gute Zeit. Gott hatte einigen Freunden gezeigt, dass sie die Entstehung meines Buches im Gebet begleiten sollten. Ein mir unbekannter Mann rief an und bot seine Hilfe an. Er war Direktor eines amerikanischen Unternehmens und ich bat ihn um 20‘000.- CHF. Er verstummte einen Moment und versprach, wieder anzurufen. Nach wenigen Tagen gab er seine Zustimmung. Nun ging ich zum Drucker. Ohne Zögern bestellte ich 5000 Bücher. (denken Sie an die Geschichte mit den zwei Broten und fünf Fischen für 5000 Leute). Das war sehr ungewöhnlich, da Comicbücher gewöhnlich eine Auflage von 2000 Stück haben. Am 11. September 2001 – es war der einzige Tag, an dem ich den Saal für die Vernissage bekam – erschien mein erstes Buch. Der Erfolg war grandios! 5000 Exemplare wurden in drei Monaten verkauft, sechs Mal wurde nachgedruckt.Ja, das ist die Geschichte eines ganz gewöhnlichen Jungen, dessen Leben durch Jesus Christus verändert wurde. Ich gehe weiter meinen Weg mit IHM, auch wenn es nicht immer einfach ist. Er ist und bleibt mein bester Freund!Heute sind meine Comics in 7 Sprachen übersetzt (darunter chinesich). Drei Comics sind auf Deutsch übersetzt, die letzte ist „Willy Grunch“. Bis jetzt, haben wir mehr als 100‘000 Comics verkauft.Ich habe 6 Preise erhalten, 3 in den Vereinigten Staaten und 3 in Europa (dreimal den ersten Preis). Ich gebe mein Zeugnis oft in Radio und TV in der Schweiz und auch Frankreich.Das alles hat Jesus getan – Ihm alleine sei Ehre! In French,In Spanich,In Inglish.[:en]A simple guyI was just a simple guy, one of those you see everyday in the street …Nothing really special…I’ve done stupid things, nothing terrible though, and not more often thananyone else, a pretty normal guy in the end…(I haven’t led a gang or killedanybody, sorry!)My parents held a small drinks shop (coke, beer, wine…)and I sometimes worked there after school.I probably could have taken it over and had a settled life, as ordinary as it gets…But I was lacking something deeper, something that I could feel in my guts; something that would taste true … Discovering an incredible treasure!One day, at school, I was involved in an old paper collection.I went into this particular house that had some kind of Greek columns in the entrance.What I wasn’t aware of was that the family that lived there, (and that I didn’t even know) had been praying for me regularly. When I walked into that house, I couldn’t believe it: someone was crazy enough to be throwing away a whacking great pile of comics!Those comics were called “Tournesol” (Sunflower). I started to read them and something hit me pretty fast:– They’re talking about God!God …? I knew it was something people talked about in those houses with a steeple on top and that are always closed, some thing for religious people or for a sect, but I couldn’t understand why on earth someone would be talking about God in a comic book (!?!)Then I felt a soft voice, tinged with peace, in my thoughts, telling me,– Read on, it’s for your own good. Day after day I literally devoured those comics that spoke of the Gospel and of Jesus Christ’s tremendous and incredible love for me.God himself was there in my room (he’s everywhere, actually) … and I told him:– I give you my life … I know it’s not much … but I’m giving it to you.Ever since that day, my life has never been the same …New dimensions, a parallel world …I bought myself a small Bible and started discovering God as a friend.I would spend hours seeking him … And discovering new dimensions and experiencing incredible stuff!So that’s how in 1989, my existence took a turn for the better, I discovered a deeper sense of life; I was 15.That was the beginning of a life of adventure, (I’m not exaggerating!) that I can’t even start to describe now.Maybe next time …Alain gets started with comics … Alone, with nothing…On day, as I was attending a youth meeting, the speaker called out:– We all have talents – …. who wants to serve God with theirs? If you do, stand up! I was at the back of the room, thinking.I honestly didn’t believe I had any particular talent, except maybe a collection of bad marks at school …I had no training and no job… That night, I was one of the only ones that stood up and I told God:– Lord, I can’t do a thing … I have nothing, but I give it to you … you do something with it… At the end of the meeting, the speaker (he had spotted me earlier) asked me:– So, what’s your talent?- I don’t know, I have nothing special … I draw a little in my maths notebooks… maybe I could get into comics …- So that’s your gift? Ok, let’s pray!- Huh? Umm, er, sure, ok!” I didn’t want to spoil his evening. FireI wanted to share with everyone what I had discovered, what had filled my life.I wanted to spread happiness and hope in other people’s lives.So I started drawing like a madman, every evening, sometimes even all night long.I got into Arts School (that was really hard for me, I wasn’t really gifted).And I graduated 5 years and a half later with a graphic designer degree. Straight down from heaven! My wife and I then decided it was time I dedicated myself to fulltime drawing.At first, I started with working for several newspapers… But the more I drew, the lower the bank account went. Nevertheless, we knew we owed something to people. What I was doing was important and would meet a true need, because nothing similar to this had ever existed…We both agreed not to talk about our financial issues with our friends and family, but only with God. Alone before an empty fridgeOne morning, I opened the fridge and found it nearly empty, and I suddenly became afraid:– Am I nuts? … Can God really intervene and feed us?I spent the whole day worrying. Fortunately, that evening, I ran into this verse in the Bible: Matthew 6:31-33: “So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall wedrink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.” (NIV) So I asked God to forgive me for worrying, and I thanked him for the food that would be provided for the following day. And I fell asleep peacefully.The next morning, an old man was at the door, his arms filled with supplies.For the seven years that followed, God literally fed us!I could give you so many more examples but … let’s carry on with our story. Discouragement …I was two months away from finishing my first comic book and suddenly, I just wanted to give it all up.True, we’d never lacked food, but with my worn-out shoes, my torn trousers and my army coat, (it did keep me nice and warm!) I probably looked like a tramp.I felt the weight on my shoulders of “what others must think”.People around us were going on holidays, owned one or even two cars, had a TV, bought whatever they wanted….whereas, I went back to the shop to return empty bottles hoping to collect a few coins.And as if that wasn’t enough, Eliane and I were going through a rough time in our marriage.Even though I kept on going to church on a regular basis, I just didn’t feel like praying anymore. Mister the devil …One day as I was wandering in the forest, “mister the devil” who felt “concerned” by my situation started to make me think:– Let go of all that, leave your wife, your drawings, your God. You’re a lousy Christian anyway.(As if letting go of God was going to solve anything!)I could have let it all go indeed, but not Jesus. Through the years, our friendship had become what I treasure the most. So I said to myself:– #*@ !! That’s enough! This has GOT to change in my head! I will pray till I find my inner peace again. God came the very moment I made that resolution. I felt his peace in me once again.At the same period, three or four people I barely knew came to see me and told me they felt called with a mission to pray for five people in the country, and that I was one of them (???!!!) It sounded like a joke… The phone callAround the same time, the phone rang, and somebody I didn’t know started to tell me this strange story:– Sir, you don’t know me, but I’ve had a vision of you speaking to thousands of young people … What can I do for you?I couldn’t believe what I was hearing and stammered:–Well, ummm, I don’t know … What’s your job?– I manage an American firm.– Hah! Well if that’s the case … Could you lend me US $ 16 500 so I can printmy new book?– I’ll get back to you in a few days … He called back a few days later, and said ok.My first book, “Idées recues 1” (available in English as Conventional Wisdom) was self-edited and quickly became a success.It was followed by “Marcel”, “Robi” (also available in English), “Idées reçues 2”, “Willy Grunch” (which won three awards at the International Christian Contest in Albuquerque), “Les vacances de Marcel” and “Idées recues 3”. I received three times the first prize at the International Christian Comic Book Festival, in Angoulême, France. (The biggest festival of its kind in Europe).Today, more than 100 000 books have been sold in Europe.Some books have been published in China, in the USA and in several other countries that I could never have even dreamt of… However, I know very well that there are artists much more talented than me. I regularly receive numerous messages from people who were deeply moved and born again testimonies – and that touches me strongly.Finally, in 2013, MOONDOG ANIMATION studios released five teasers of a TV series adaptation of my comic “Willy Grunch”, in view for it to be sold to major TV networks with a potential to reach millions of people.All this happened to a guy without talent who stood up for Jesus.I’m just a simple guy, nothing special, but my Friend is great … Load in PDF:Alain Auderset testimony In French,In Deutch,In Spanish.[:]"
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A simple guyI was just a simple guy, one of those you see everyday in the street …Nothing really special…I’ve done stupid things, nothing terrible though, and not more often thananyone else, a pretty normal guy in the end…(I haven’t led a gang or killedanybody, sorry!)My parents held a small drinks shop (coke, beer, wine…)and I sometimes worked there after school.I probably could have taken it over and had a settled life, as ordinary as it gets…But I was lacking something deeper, something that I could feel in my guts; something that would taste true … Discovering an incredible treasure!One day, at school, I was involved in an old paper collection.I went into this particular house that had some kind of Greek columns in the entrance.What I wasn’t aware of was that the family that lived there, (and that I didn’t even know) had been praying for me regularly. When I walked into that house, I couldn’t believe it: someone was crazy enough to be throwing away a whacking great pile of comics!Those comics were called “Tournesol” (Sunflower). I started to read them and something hit me pretty fast:– They’re talking about God!God …? I knew it was something people talked about in those houses with a steeple on top and that are always closed, some thing for religious people or for a sect, but I couldn’t understand why on earth someone would be talking about God in a comic book (!?!)Then I felt a soft voice, tinged with peace, in my thoughts, telling me,– Read on, it’s for your own good. Day after day I literally devoured those comics that spoke of the Gospel and of Jesus Christ’s tremendous and incredible love for me.God himself was there in my room (he’s everywhere, actually) … and I told him:– I give you my life … I know it’s not much … but I’m giving it to you.Ever since that day, my life has never been the same …New dimensions, a parallel world …I bought myself a small Bible and started discovering God as a friend.I would spend hours seeking him … And discovering new dimensions and experiencing incredible stuff!So that’s how in 1989, my existence took a turn for the better, I discovered a deeper sense of life; I was 15.That was the beginning of a life of adventure, (I’m not exaggerating!) that I can’t even start to describe now.Maybe next time …Alain gets started with comics … Alone, with nothing…On day, as I was attending a youth meeting, the speaker called out:– We all have talents - …. who wants to serve God with theirs? If you do, stand up! I was at the back of the room, thinking.I honestly didn’t believe I had any particular talent, except maybe a collection of bad marks at school …I had no training and no job… That night, I was one of the only ones that stood up and I told God:– Lord, I can’t do a thing … I have nothing, but I give it to you … you do something with it… At the end of the meeting, the speaker (he had spotted me earlier) asked me:– So, what’s your talent?- I don’t know, I have nothing special … I draw a little in my maths notebooks… maybe I could get into comics …- So that’s your gift? Ok, let’s pray!- Huh? Umm, er, sure, ok!” I didn’t want to spoil his evening. FireI wanted to share with everyone what I had discovered, what had filled my life.I wanted to spread happiness and hope in other people’s lives.So I started drawing like a madman, every evening, sometimes even all night long.I got into Arts School (that was really hard for me, I wasn’t really gifted).And I graduated 5 years and a half later with a graphic designer degree. Straight down from heaven! My wife and I then decided it was time I dedicated myself to fulltime drawing.At first, I started with working for several newspapers… But the more I drew, the lower the bank account went. Nevertheless, we knew we owed something to people. What I was doing was important and would meet a true need, because nothing similar to this had ever existed…We both agreed not to talk about our financial issues with our friends and family, but only with God. Alone before an empty fridgeOne morning, I opened the fridge and found it nearly empty, and I suddenly became afraid:– Am I nuts? … Can God really intervene and feed us?I spent the whole day worrying. Fortunately, that evening, I ran into this verse in the Bible: Matthew 6:31-33: “So do not worry, saying, 'What shall we eat?' or 'What shall wedrink?' or 'What shall we wear?' For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.” (NIV) So I asked God to forgive me for worrying, and I thanked him for the food that would be provided for the following day. And I fell asleep peacefully.The next morning, an old man was at the door, his arms filled with supplies.For the seven years that followed, God literally fed us!I could give you so many more examples but … let’s carry on with our story. Discouragement …I was two months away from finishing my first comic book and suddenly, I just wanted to give it all up.True, we’d never lacked food, but with my worn-out shoes, my torn trousers and my army coat, (it did keep me nice and warm!) I probably looked like a tramp.I felt the weight on my shoulders of “what others must think”.People around us were going on holidays, owned one or even two cars, had a TV, bought whatever they wanted….whereas, I went back to the shop to return empty bottles hoping to collect a few coins.And as if that wasn’t enough, Eliane and I were going through a rough time in our marriage.Even though I kept on going to church on a regular basis, I just didn’t feel like praying anymore. Mister the devil …One day as I was wandering in the forest, “mister the devil” who felt “concerned” by my situation started to make me think:– Let go of all that, leave your wife, your drawings, your God. You’re a lousy Christian anyway.(As if letting go of God was going to solve anything!)I could have let it all go indeed, but not Jesus. Through the years, our friendship had become what I treasure the most. So I said to myself:– #*@ !! That’s enough! This has GOT to change in my head! I will pray till I find my inner peace again. God came the very moment I made that resolution. I felt his peace in me once again.At the same period, three or four people I barely knew came to see me and told me they felt called with a mission to pray for five people in the country, and that I was one of them (???!!!) It sounded like a joke… The phone callAround the same time, the phone rang, and somebody I didn’t know started to tell me this strange story:– Sir, you don’t know me, but I’ve had a vision of you speaking to thousands of young people … What can I do for you?I couldn’t believe what I was hearing and stammered:–Well, ummm, I don’t know … What’s your job?– I manage an American firm.– Hah! Well if that’s the case … Could you lend me US $ 16 500 so I can printmy new book?– I’ll get back to you in a few days … He called back a few days later, and said ok.My first book, “Idées recues 1” (available in English as Conventional Wisdom) was self-edited and quickly became a success.It was followed by “Marcel”, “Robi” (also available in English), “Idées reçues 2”, “Willy Grunch” (which won three awards at the International Christian Contest in Albuquerque), “Les vacances de Marcel” and “Idées recues 3”. I received three times the first prize at the International Christian Comic Book Festival, in Angoulême, France. (The biggest festival of its kind in Europe).Today, more than 100 000 books have been sold in Europe.Some books have been published in China, in the USA and in several other countries that I could never have even dreamt of… However, I know very well that there are artists much more talented than me. I regularly receive numerous messages from people who were deeply moved and born again testimonies - and that touches me strongly.Finally, in 2013, MOONDOG ANIMATION studios released five teasers of a TV series adaptation of my comic “Willy Grunch”, in view for it to be sold to major TV networks with a potential to reach millions of people.All this happened to a guy without talent who stood up for Jesus.I’m just a simple guy, nothing special, but my Friend is great … Load in PDF:Alain Auderset testimony In French,In Deutsch,In Spanisch."
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string(37295) "[:fr] Lors d’une rencontre de jeunes, l’orateur fit un appel en disant :– « Nous avons tous des talents… Qui veut les mettre au service de Dieu ? Qu’il se lève ! ». J’étais au fond de la salle et je réfléchissais : il me semblait, honnêtement, ne pas posséder de talents particuliers, je n’avais ni formation, ni métier… Ce soir là, au fond de la salle, je devais être un des seuls à me lever et j’ai dit à Dieu :– « Seigneur, je ne sais rien faire, je ne suis pas un artiste, je n’ai pas de métier… Je n’ai rien mais, ce rien, je Te le donne… Fais-en quelque chose». À la fin de la rencontre, l’orateur me demanda :– « Quel est donc ton talent ?– Je ne sais pas, je me suis converti avec des BD (« Tournesol ») que des gens avaient jetées et que j’ai trouvées aux vieux papiers… Je dessine un peu… Je pourrais peut-être faire des BD…– Alors, c’est ça ton don ? On va prier pour toi ! » Le feuJe désirais partager avec tout le monde ce que j’avais découvert, cet Ami invisible du nom de Jésus.Je me suis donc mis à dessiner comme un forcené, de tout mon cœur, tous les soirs, parfois même pendant des nuits entières…J’entrais à une école d’art d’où je suis sorti avec le diplôme de graphiste. Avec ma femme, nous avions décidé que je me consacrerai au dessin à plein temps.Au début, je dessinais pour plusieurs journaux. Mais plus je dessinais, plus le compte bancaire s’appauvrissait.Néanmoins, nous savions que ce que je faisais était important et répondait à un besoin réel pour les gens, car rien de semblable n’existait. D’un commun accord, ma femme et moi avons décidé que nous ne parlerions pas de nos soucis financiers à notre entourage mais seulement à Dieu. Seul devant un frigo videUn matin, en ouvrant le frigo et le trouvant quasi vide, j’ai eu peur :– « Me suis-je fait un film ? Suis-je inconscient ? Que vais-je donner à manger à mes enfants demain ? Dieu peut-il vraiment intervenir pour nous nourrir ? ».Toute la journée, j’ai vécu dans l’inquiétude. Le soir venu, alors que je dessinais à ma table, j’écoutais une cassette de textes de la Bible. Le passage était le suivant : "Ne vous inquiétez donc point, et ne dites pas : Que mangerons-nous ? Que boirons-nous ? De quoi serons-nous vêtus ? Car toutes ces choses, ce sont les païens qui les recherchent. Votre Père céleste sait que vous en avez besoin.Cherchez premièrement le royaume et la justice de Dieu; et toutes ces choses vous seront données par-dessus" ( Mt 6,31-33). En entendant cela, j’ai demandé pardon à Dieu pour mes inquiétudes, puis, par avance, je l’ai remercié de ce que le lendemain, il nous apporterait à manger. Je me suis endormi paisiblement. Au matin, un vieil homme se tenait à la porte, les bras chargés des produits de son jardin :– « Ce matin, je me suis dit : et si j’apportais de mes légumes aux Auderset… ? ». Nous avons bien mangé ce jour là, ainsi que tous les jours qui ont suivis.Pendant sept ans, Dieu nous a littéralement nourris ! Pas avec le même homme, non !Dieu a beaucoup d’imagination et je pourrais multiplier les exemples… Découragement…Deux mois avant de terminer ma première BD, j’ai eu envie de tout laisser tomber.Nous n’avons jamais manqué de nourriture, c’est vrai. Mais avec mes souliers troués, mes pantalons déchirés, mon manteau militaire (qui me tenait bien au chaud), je devais ressembler à un clochard. Le regard des autres me pesait.Les gens autour de nous partaient en vacances, possédaient une et même deux voitures, avaient la TV, achetaient ce qu’ils voulaient. Moi, je rapportais au magasin les bouteilles consignées en espérant gagner quelques sous.Et comme si ce n’était pas suffisant, il y avait des tensions entre Éliane et moi. Même si j’allais à l’église régulièrement, je n’avais plus le goût de prier. Monsieur le diable…Un jour, alors que j’errais dans la forêt, « monsieur le diable » qui « s’inquiétait » de mon cas me conduisit à penser :– «Laisse tout tomber, quitte ta femme, tes dessins, ton Dieu. De toute façon, tu es un mauvais chrétien».Et j’ai répondu :– « Non, Jésus est mon ami depuis de longues années. Et même durant des années il a été mon seul Ami : je ne le laisserai pas ».Puis je me suis dit :– « Il faut que ça change ! Je vais prier, jeûner, chercher le Seigneur ». J’ai à nouveau ressenti sa paix en moi.Deux mois plus tard, je terminais ma première BD.MAIS…je n’avais pas le moyen de l’imprimer. Un coup de téléphoneA cette même période, j’ai reçu un appel téléphonique de quelqu’un que je ne connaissais pas.– « J’ai eu une vision. Je vous ai vu parlant à des milliers de jeunes… Que dois-je faire pour vous ? »Je ne savais pas quoi penser…– « Ben…heu, je ne sais pas, monsieur. Quel est votre métier ? ».– « Je suis directeur d’une entreprise américaine ».– « Dans ce cas, prêtez-moi 20 000.- francs suisses 15'000 Euro) pour que je puisse imprimer ma BD ! ». Et c’est ce qu’il a fait. Boum !Ma première BD, « Idées reçues » devint rapidement un succès de librairie.Aujourd’hui, mes BDs sont traduites en 7 langues (dont le chinois). Les ventes ont dépassé tout ce que l’on pouvait imaginer, plus de 100'000 exemplaires. En 2013, l'Atelier Auderset signe un contrat avec les studios de MOONDOG ANIMATION USA, pour la réalisation d'une adaptation d'une BD en dessins-animé.J’ai reçu 6 prix, 3 fois aux Etats-Unis et 3 fois en Europe (3 fois premiers prix).Je partage régulièrement mon témoignage à la télévision et aux radios nationales. De nombreuses personnes sont touchées et trouvent la foi.Voilà ce que Dieu peut faire avec un simple petit gars qui n'avait pas de talent.Alors imaginez avec vous... In English,In Deutsch,In Spanisch.[:de] Alleine vor 5‘000 MenschenEines Tages besuchte ich ein großes Jugendtreffen. Gegen Ende der Veranstaltung forderte der Redner uns heraus, aufzustehen, wenn wir unsere Talente Gott zur Verfügung stellen wollten. Er betonte, dass jeder Begabungen und Talente habe. Ich saß unten im Saal und überlegte. Es fiel mir wirklich nichts Besonderes ein. Ich konnte eine Serie von schlechten Schulnoten vorweisen, wirklich nichts Tolles. An diesem Abend war ich einer der wenigen, die aufstanden. Ich sagte zu Gott:– Herr, ich habe nichts, aber ich gebe es dirEs war so, wie wenn ich mit zwei Broten und fünf Fischen 5000 Leute satt kriegen sollte. Es war lächerlich, was ich Jesus brachte. Der Redner kam auf mich zu:– Na, was ist dein Talent?– Ich weiß nicht, ... nichts Besonderes, ich male ein bisschen in meine Mathematikhefte...– Ja, das ist deine Begabung! Jetzt beten wir!– Na, ja... also gut,Antwortete ich, denn ich wollte ihm ja seinen Abend nicht verderben. Die Talente entfalten sichJeden Abend, ganze Nächte lang zeichnete ich. Mehrfach meldete ich mich für die Aufnahmeprüfung an einer Kunstschule – und fiel durch. Als ich es endlich geschafft hatte, war ich ausgesprochen fleißig. Die Schule dauerte 5 ½ Jahre und jeden Tag – wirklich jeden Tag! – dankte ich Gott für meine Ausbildung. Inzwischen war ich verheiratet. Meine Frau Eliane und ich beschlossen, dass ich meine Zeit zu 100 Prozent für Gott einsetzen sollte. Anfangs zeichnete ich für christliche Zeitschriften, dann machte ich mich selbstständig. Mit niemandem außer Gott wollten wir über unsere Finanzen reden. Ich zeichnete fleißig, aber das Geld wurde immer weniger, bis ich eines Tages vor dem leeren Kühlschrank stand.– Niemand lebt so, handle ich unverantwortlich?dachte ich mir. Den ganzen Tag über war ich sehr unruhig. Erst am Abend beim Bibellesen sprach Gott zu mir durch den Text im Matthäus-Evangelium, Kapitel 6, 31-33: Sieben Jahre lang hat Gott uns buchstäblich ernährt. Mal brachte uns jemand Lebensmittel, mal war meine Frau überzeugt, dass sie im Migros-Supermarkt ein Preisausschreiben gewinnen würde und tatsächlich: sie gewann einen Einkaufswagen voll bester Waren. Ein anderes Mal bat uns ein Nachbar, ihm etwas abzunehmen, weil seine Gefriertruhe ausgefallen war. Ich könnte noch viele Beispiele bringen, das Erstaunlichste war wohl folgendes Erlebnis: wir wollten einen Ausflug machen, und meine Frau war ziemlich verbittert, weil wir es uns mit unseren 50 CHF nicht leisten konnten. Ich betete, schaute in den Briefkasten ... nichts! Ich kann es mir bis heute nicht erklären, aber am nächsten Morgen waren weiter 50 CHF in meinem Portemonnaie und wir konnten losfahren. Schwierigkeiten vorprogrammiert?Ich zeichnete weiter, aber etwa zwei Monate, bevor das erste Buch erscheinen sollte, hätte ich am liebsten alles hingeschmissen. Alle fuhren in Ferien, nur wir hatten kein Geld dafür. Mit meinen alten Klamotten sah ich aus wie ein Landstreicher. Ich hatte auch keine Lust mehr zum Beten. Eine Stimme schien mir einzuflüstern:– Schmeiß alles hin! Verlass’ deine Frau! Hör’ auf zu zeichnen!Das war zu deutlich! Ich erkannte die Flüstereien Satans und entschied mich, so lange zu beten, bis ich Gott wieder gefunden hätte. Der DurchbruchNun begann eine gute Zeit. Gott hatte einigen Freunden gezeigt, dass sie die Entstehung meines Buches im Gebet begleiten sollten. Ein mir unbekannter Mann rief an und bot seine Hilfe an. Er war Direktor eines amerikanischen Unternehmens und ich bat ihn um 20‘000.- CHF. Er verstummte einen Moment und versprach, wieder anzurufen. Nach wenigen Tagen gab er seine Zustimmung. Nun ging ich zum Drucker. Ohne Zögern bestellte ich 5000 Bücher. (denken Sie an die Geschichte mit den zwei Broten und fünf Fischen für 5000 Leute). Das war sehr ungewöhnlich, da Comicbücher gewöhnlich eine Auflage von 2000 Stück haben. Am 11. September 2001 – es war der einzige Tag, an dem ich den Saal für die Vernissage bekam – erschien mein erstes Buch. Der Erfolg war grandios! 5000 Exemplare wurden in drei Monaten verkauft, sechs Mal wurde nachgedruckt.Ja, das ist die Geschichte eines ganz gewöhnlichen Jungen, dessen Leben durch Jesus Christus verändert wurde. Ich gehe weiter meinen Weg mit IHM, auch wenn es nicht immer einfach ist. Er ist und bleibt mein bester Freund!Heute sind meine Comics in 7 Sprachen übersetzt (darunter chinesich). Drei Comics sind auf Deutsch übersetzt, die letzte ist „Willy Grunch“. Bis jetzt, haben wir mehr als 100‘000 Comics verkauft.Ich habe 6 Preise erhalten, 3 in den Vereinigten Staaten und 3 in Europa (dreimal den ersten Preis). Ich gebe mein Zeugnis oft in Radio und TV in der Schweiz und auch Frankreich.Das alles hat Jesus getan – Ihm alleine sei Ehre! En français,En español,In English.[:en]
A simple guyI was just a simple guy, one of those you see everyday in the street …Nothing really special…I’ve done stupid things, nothing terrible though, and not more often thananyone else, a pretty normal guy in the end…(I haven’t led a gang or killedanybody, sorry!)My parents held a small drinks shop (coke, beer, wine…)and I sometimes worked there after school.I probably could have taken it over and had a settled life, as ordinary as it gets…But I was lacking something deeper, something that I could feel in my guts; something that would taste true … Discovering an incredible treasure!One day, at school, I was involved in an old paper collection.I went into this particular house that had some kind of Greek columns in the entrance.What I wasn’t aware of was that the family that lived there, (and that I didn’t even know) had been praying for me regularly. When I walked into that house, I couldn’t believe it: someone was crazy enough to be throwing away a whacking great pile of comics!Those comics were called “Tournesol” (Sunflower). I started to read them and something hit me pretty fast:– They’re talking about God!God …? I knew it was something people talked about in those houses with a steeple on top and that are always closed, some thing for religious people or for a sect, but I couldn’t understand why on earth someone would be talking about God in a comic book (!?!)Then I felt a soft voice, tinged with peace, in my thoughts, telling me,– Read on, it’s for your own good. Day after day I literally devoured those comics that spoke of the Gospel and of Jesus Christ’s tremendous and incredible love for me.God himself was there in my room (he’s everywhere, actually) … and I told him:– I give you my life … I know it’s not much … but I’m giving it to you.Ever since that day, my life has never been the same …New dimensions, a parallel world …I bought myself a small Bible and started discovering God as a friend.I would spend hours seeking him … And discovering new dimensions and experiencing incredible stuff!So that’s how in 1989, my existence took a turn for the better, I discovered a deeper sense of life; I was 15.That was the beginning of a life of adventure, (I’m not exaggerating!) that I can’t even start to describe now.Maybe next time …Alain gets started with comics … Alone, with nothing…On day, as I was attending a youth meeting, the speaker called out:– We all have talents - …. who wants to serve God with theirs? If you do, stand up! I was at the back of the room, thinking.I honestly didn’t believe I had any particular talent, except maybe a collection of bad marks at school …I had no training and no job… That night, I was one of the only ones that stood up and I told God:– Lord, I can’t do a thing … I have nothing, but I give it to you … you do something with it… At the end of the meeting, the speaker (he had spotted me earlier) asked me:– So, what’s your talent?- I don’t know, I have nothing special … I draw a little in my maths notebooks… maybe I could get into comics …- So that’s your gift? Ok, let’s pray!- Huh? Umm, er, sure, ok!” I didn’t want to spoil his evening. FireI wanted to share with everyone what I had discovered, what had filled my life.I wanted to spread happiness and hope in other people’s lives.So I started drawing like a madman, every evening, sometimes even all night long.I got into Arts School (that was really hard for me, I wasn’t really gifted).And I graduated 5 years and a half later with a graphic designer degree. Straight down from heaven! My wife and I then decided it was time I dedicated myself to fulltime drawing.At first, I started with working for several newspapers… But the more I drew, the lower the bank account went. Nevertheless, we knew we owed something to people. What I was doing was important and would meet a true need, because nothing similar to this had ever existed…We both agreed not to talk about our financial issues with our friends and family, but only with God. Alone before an empty fridgeOne morning, I opened the fridge and found it nearly empty, and I suddenly became afraid:– Am I nuts? … Can God really intervene and feed us?I spent the whole day worrying. Fortunately, that evening, I ran into this verse in the Bible: Matthew 6:31-33: “So do not worry, saying, 'What shall we eat?' or 'What shall wedrink?' or 'What shall we wear?' For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.” (NIV) So I asked God to forgive me for worrying, and I thanked him for the food that would be provided for the following day. And I fell asleep peacefully.The next morning, an old man was at the door, his arms filled with supplies.For the seven years that followed, God literally fed us!I could give you so many more examples but … let’s carry on with our story. Discouragement …I was two months away from finishing my first comic book and suddenly, I just wanted to give it all up.True, we’d never lacked food, but with my worn-out shoes, my torn trousers and my army coat, (it did keep me nice and warm!) I probably looked like a tramp.I felt the weight on my shoulders of “what others must think”.People around us were going on holidays, owned one or even two cars, had a TV, bought whatever they wanted….whereas, I went back to the shop to return empty bottles hoping to collect a few coins.And as if that wasn’t enough, Eliane and I were going through a rough time in our marriage.Even though I kept on going to church on a regular basis, I just didn’t feel like praying anymore. Mister the devil …One day as I was wandering in the forest, “mister the devil” who felt “concerned” by my situation started to make me think:– Let go of all that, leave your wife, your drawings, your God. You’re a lousy Christian anyway.(As if letting go of God was going to solve anything!)I could have let it all go indeed, but not Jesus. Through the years, our friendship had become what I treasure the most. So I said to myself:– #*@ !! That’s enough! This has GOT to change in my head! I will pray till I find my inner peace again. God came the very moment I made that resolution. I felt his peace in me once again.At the same period, three or four people I barely knew came to see me and told me they felt called with a mission to pray for five people in the country, and that I was one of them (???!!!) It sounded like a joke… The phone callAround the same time, the phone rang, and somebody I didn’t know started to tell me this strange story:– Sir, you don’t know me, but I’ve had a vision of you speaking to thousands of young people … What can I do for you?I couldn’t believe what I was hearing and stammered:–Well, ummm, I don’t know … What’s your job?– I manage an American firm.– Hah! Well if that’s the case … Could you lend me US $ 16 500 so I can printmy new book?– I’ll get back to you in a few days … He called back a few days later, and said ok.My first book, “Idées recues 1” (available in English as Conventional Wisdom) was self-edited and quickly became a success.It was followed by “Marcel”, “Robi” (also available in English), “Idées reçues 2”, “Willy Grunch” (which won three awards at the International Christian Contest in Albuquerque), “Les vacances de Marcel” and “Idées recues 3”. I received three times the first prize at the International Christian Comic Book Festival, in Angoulême, France. (The biggest festival of its kind in Europe).Today, more than 100 000 books have been sold in Europe.Some books have been published in China, in the USA and in several other countries that I could never have even dreamt of… However, I know very well that there are artists much more talented than me. I regularly receive numerous messages from people who were deeply moved and born again testimonies - and that touches me strongly.Finally, in 2013, MOONDOG ANIMATION studios released five teasers of a TV series adaptation of my comic “Willy Grunch”, in view for it to be sold to major TV networks with a potential to reach millions of people.All this happened to a guy without talent who stood up for Jesus.I’m just a simple guy, nothing special, but my Friend is great … Load in PDF:Alain Auderset testimony In French,In Deutsch,In Spanisch.[:es] Un chico simpleYo era un chico bastante simple, como los que cruzáis todos los días por las calles.No tenia nada en especial.Hice tonterías, nada grave, como cualquiera… Como cualquier chico normal (lo siento no fui jefe de banda ni maté a nadie).Mis padres tenían una tienda de bebidas (refrescos, vino, cerveza etc) y, a veces, trabajaba con ellos después del cole.Hubiera podido seguir con la tienda, tener una vida tranquila…Pero me faltaba algo más profundo, algo que me quemara por dentro… Algo real, algo muy especial… ¡El descubrimiento de un tesoro increíble!Un día, en el cole, participé a una colecta de viejos papeles, periódicos, revistas.Llegué a una casa un poco fuera de lo común, tenía como columnas griegas en la entrada.Lo que yo no sabia es que, en esa casa, vivía una familia (que yo no conocía) quien oraba por mi a menudo.Cuando entré, no creí lo que vieron mis ojos: ¡Como se podía estar lo bastante loco como para tirar un montón gigante de comics!Se llamaban “Tournesol”. Los empecé a leer y algo me llamo la atención: Todos hablaban de Dios…¿Dios? Sabía que era algo que se comentaba en unas casas con campanas en el tejado, siempre cerradas, una cosa para religiosos o una secta pero no entendía que se podía hablar de Dios en un… comics… (¿¡?!)Sentí entonces una dulce voz que me susurraba al oído, llena de paz “Lee, es bueno para ti”.Día tras día, devoraba los comics que hablaban del evangelio, del increíble y gran sacrificio de Jesus para mí.Dios en persona estaba en mi habitación (El esta en todas partes en realidad).Le dije “toma mi vida, no es gran cosa, pero te la doy”.Desde entonces, mi vida no ha vuelto a ser la misma… Nuevas dimensiones, un mundo espiritual (paralelo).Me compre una pequeña Biblia y descubrí a Dios como un amigo, ¡pasaba horas buscándolo y descubriendo nuevas dimensiones y viviendo cosas locas!En 1989, mi vida cambio positivamente, tomó un sentido profundo, tenia 15 años.Fue el principio de una vida llena de aventuras (no exagero) que no puedo contar, otra vez a lo mejor… Alain empieza los comicsSolo, con nada…En una reunión de jóvenes en la iglesia, un orador hizo un llamado: “Todos tenemos talentos… ¿Quién quiere ponerlos al servicio de Dios? ¡Pues, que se levante!”.Estaba en el fondo de la sala, pensando… “Sinceramente, no me parece tener ningún talento en especial, solo una colección de malas notas en la escuela…”No tenía una formación particular, ni un oficio.Esa noche, fui uno de los únicos en levantarme y le dije a Dios: “Señor, no sé hacer nada, no tengo nada, te doy todo, haz algo…” Al final del encuentro, el orador (ya me había fichado) me dijo:– Pues, dime ¿Cuál es tu talento?– No sé, no tengo ninguno en especial, pinto en mi cuaderno de matemáticas… a lo mejor, podría dibujar comics…– Bueno ¿Es ese tu don? ¡Okay! ¡Vamos a orar para ti!– Ah bueno, ¡Okay!No quería estropearle su reunión. El fuegoQuería compartir con todos lo que había descubierto, lo que llenaba mi vida.Quería transmitir a los demás la felicidad y la esperanza que llenaban mi vida.Empecé a dibujar día y noche.Entré en la escuela de Arte (fue difícil para mi porque no era talentoso) y salí cinco años y medio más tarde con el diploma de “grafista”. ¡Cae del cielo!Depuse, decidimos, con mi esposa, que era tiempo de consagrarme enteramente al dibujo.Al principio, dibujé para varios periódicos…Pero, más pintaba, mas nuestra cuenta en el banco disminuía…Sin embargo, sabíamos que lo debíamos al mundo, que estábamos haciendo algo importante para la gente.
No existía nada similar.De mutuo acuerdo con mi esposa, decidimos que no hablaríamos de nuestros problemas de dinero a nadie, solo a Dios. Solo delante de un frigorífico vacíoUna mañana, abriendo el frigo, viéndolo casi vacío me asusté:– … Pero ¿Soy inconsciente? ¿Dios puede realmente intervenir para darnos de comer?Viví todo ese día en la inquietud. Felizmente, llego la noche y descubrí este texto en la Biblia: “No os afanéis, pues, diciendo : ¿Qué coméremos, o qué beberemos, o qué vestiremos? Porque los gentiles buscan todas estas cosas; pero vuestro padre celestial sabe que tenéis nececidad de todas estas cosas. Mas buscad primeramente el reino de Dios y sus justicia, y todas estas cosas os seran añadidas ».Mateo 6. 31-33 Pedí perdón a Dios por mis inquietudes, y le di las gracias porque El nos iba a traer de comer mañana.Me dormí con la paz en el corazón.Al amanecer, un hombre mayor estaba delante de nuestra puerta con los brazos llenos de comida.Comimos muy bien ese día y los siguientes.Durante, 7 años ¡Dios nos alimentó!Podría multiplicar los ejemplos, pero, sigamos nuestra historia. Perdiendo coraje…Dos mese antes de terminar mi primer comics, tuve ganas de dejarlo todo.Nunca nos falto un plato de comida, es verdad… pero, con mis zapatos rotos, mis pantalones gastados, un abrigo militar (que bien me calentaba por cierto), parecía un callejero.La mirada de los demás me pesaba.La gente alrededor nuestra iba de vacaciones, tenía un coche (por lo menos, uno), tenía televisión y compraba lo que quería.Nosotros no teníamos nada de todo eso.Y para colmo, nacían tensiones entre Eliane y yo.Aunque seguía hiendo a la iglesia con frecuencia, perdí el gusto de orar. ¡Ay, este diablo!Un día, caminaba por el bosque, “el diablo” se “inquieto” de mi y me hizo pensar: “Abandona todo, deja a tu mujer, tus dibujos, tu Dios.De todas maneras, no eres un buen cristiano” (¡Como si el hecho de dejar a Dios iba a cambiar gran cosa!).Si, lo podía haber dejado todo, pero a Jesus, nunca.Al pasar de estos años, mi amistad con el era lo mas valioso para mi.Y me dije “Estoy arto, ¡!#*@!!, tengo que terminar con estas ideas negras, oraré hasta que vuelva mi paz interior.Dios vino al momento en que tomé esa decisión.Volví a sentir su paz en mí.En ese momento, tres o cuatro personas que no conocía muy bien, vinieron a verme para decirme que habían sentido que tenían que orar para cinco personas en el país y que yo era… una de ellas ¡Parecía increíble! La llamada telefónicaPor esas fechas, el teléfono sonó y una persona que no conocía me comento algo que me pareció bastante extraño:– Estimado Señor, no me conoce, he tenido una visión de usted hablando a una multitud de jóvenes, ¿Que debo hacer para usted?No me creía lo que estaba pasando y balbuceando le dije:– Pues no sé, ¿Cual es su oficio?–Soy director de una empresa americana.– ¡Ah! En ese caso, déjeme 17 000 $, (no sé ni cuantos dólares son) que pueda imprimir mi comics…Pensó un momento y contestó:– Le vuelvo a llamar en unos días…Unos días más tarde me llamo y me dijo: ¡Okay! Mi primer comics“ ¡Ay! Dios Mío” fue lanzado en auto edición y rápidamente fue un gran éxito de librería.Le siguió otro comics: “Marcel”, “robi”, también disponible en íngles.“¡Ay! Dios Mío 2” y “Willy Grunch” (Que ha ganado tres premios en el congreso Internacional cristiano en Albukerque), “¡Ay! Dios Mío 3” y “Las vacaciones de Marcel”. Recibí tres veces el primer premio del International Christian Comic Book Festival en Angoulem, Francia (Es el mayor festival de ellos en Europa).Al día de hoy, mas de 100 000 ejemplares han sido vendidos en Europa.Algunos libros han sido publicados en China, en los Estados Unidos y en muchos otros países, que nunca podría haber imaginado…Ya sé que hay muchos artistas con mas talento que yo.Regularmente recibo muchos mensajes de gente que no puede desplazarse a escuchar los testimonios, y esto me afecta mucho.Finalmente, en 2003, Moondog Animation Studios realizó 5 cortos de mis dibujos animados, Willy Gruch, para la televisión, con vistas de venderlo a las grandes cadenas de televisión que tienen el potencial de tocar a millones de personas. Todo esto le ocurrió a un chico sin talento que seguía a Jesus.Yo soy solo un chico sencillo, nada especial, pero con un gran Amigo. In English,En français,In Deutsch[:]"
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A simple guy I was just a simple guy, one of those you see everyday in the street … Nothing really special… I’ve done stupid things, nothing terrible though, and not more often thananyone else, a pretty normal guy in … More… More…
