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I’m cleaning up !*
I’m about to start vacuuming my bedroom when I see a spider. I feel compassion for her, so I decide to put her in a safe place.

You’d expect her to thank me for that, right ? Nooope, and she’s even stressed to death, super upset because this wasn’t where she was planning on going.

*it took my wife years of training for me to get there !

 

The parallel
I think you got what I was trying to say, right ?
God is also compassionate on bugs who are much more horrible and harmful for their environment: us. Yes, he even loves us, and he doesn’t wish us misfortune. And just like me with the spider, he allows programme changes, disturbs our “perfect” plans to save us from the worst.

This theme is widely developed in my comics, Azvaltya 1, if you’re interested.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iPqzxsQwlzw&feature=emb_logo
(pour l'instant, uniquement en français)

 

Worse than coronavirus !!
I don’t mean to minimise the pain of those who are suffering from this. No, you have all my sympathy, because what happened to some of you is terrible. Some died and had to leave a little earlier than us. My thoughts go to those who are presently mourning…

But our society suffers from a greater evil than this virus. It even suffers from several evils, but I’ll only focus on one: DOING ! We are constantly running after tons of activities, whether it be work or other things… what are we running from ?

Despite the excuses we give so we never have to stop, we are harming those who matter the most to us, our close relatives and ourselves.

What I see for now, with the measures taken towards the coronavirus, is the confinement (please, respect these measures!). We are “condemned” to staying at home with our partner, our children or just ourselves. Those are all precious beings who deserve our attention and our love. Let’s fully live this moment without wasting it with this panic-fear, these conspiracy discussions, criticising the authorities, etc. Let’s enjoy this exceptional time. It’s a time for creativity, pausing, to see things differently, to focus on those we love.

 

Yah yah, me too
Yesterday, we had a few hours of anthology with my little family, whether at home or elsewhere (thank you Skype!), and how much did we laugh !

For now, I can still go to the woods but if not, I’ll still have the possibility of locking myself up in the tranquillity of my bedroom to talk to God. Don’t let this special time be taken away from you, it’s also there for that.

Thanks to this time with no shows, nor volunteers, nor visitors and with collaborators who are working from home: I’M WRITING LIKE CRAZY ! I align hours in my improvised office in the garden. I write, “Date in the forest, the origins.” You’ll see, it’s good stuff.

 

The collapse of the economy
Yes, I know, it’s tough. Coronavirus also means the paralysis of our system. With libraries closing down, selling my books, which was already slow, isn’t getting easier. But let me tell you something: it was never your job that made sure you’d never lack anything. No, it was and still is God who allows you to have this job, or if you don’t have one, who allows you to still be among us… (I assume that if you’re reading this, it means you’re still alive…). I have so many times experienced that God takes care of those who put all their trust in Him. I saw it again two weeks ago ! And I’ll have to see it next week.. !

God is here, let go of your fear, choose trust, and you’ll see it too…

Okay I’ll stop here, there’s still so many things to say, but there’s already such a cacophony of messages bursting from everywhere on the topic…

 

With all my affection,

 

Alain Auderset.com

 

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Where’s that bottle?

  I’m at the supermarket, stuck, as if disabled, between tinned foods and Asian condiments. I’m desperately looking for a very particular wee green bottle: wasabi! No matter how painstakingly my searching eyes have scanned the shelves in front of me, centimetre by centimetre, enough to wear them out, it’s no use: I can’t see it! I am in the right section, though: it ought to be there!!

Some shop-worker must have deliberately hidden it, for some dark, unmentionable reasons. 

Alright, then, plan B!

I now look for a sales person (not sure if this is going to be any easier!)... I catch one, crouched down, excavating the shampoo section, with his right arm buried in the unexpected depths of a shelf. When I ask him if he’s the joker who’s hidden the wasabi, he gets up and, head down, charges towards ‘my’ section. With no effort at all, he stretches out his hand and extracts from it the little bottle of wasabi!

Looking like an idiot!

  Momentarily letting drop the impassive self-restraint of the salesperson, a faint smirk forms on his face. The small sneer is perceptible enough to make him slightly roll his eyes... Thinking I was about to be awarded a medal, as a righter of wrongs, for noting the disappearance of the prized product, there I was, left looking like a complete jerk.

The packaging

  If I didn’t see it, there’s a good reason why: the item is now adorned with new packaging, which it didn’t have before! And my memory had an exact mental image of that bottle which did not correspond to the reality. In the end, it’s not the appearance of this darn bottle (oh yes, it is very appealing, blah blah blah) that interests me... but much more the taste of what it contains, OK?! 

Haven’t you seen God?!

  You have honestly asked God to show you that He exists, asked Him for - you know - a sign!... 

Well, I’m pretty sure that He’s done it: think of my story about the wasabi... you need to accept that He’s different from what you imagine (even if your idea of the divine is very appealing)!

And if you have prayed for some thingummyjig... but there’s been nowt... 

Hmmmm... Wasabi, man, WASABI ! !"
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The greenery of almost translucent leaves, filtering the thousand different shades of the sun
created a magical atmosphere, a play of shadows and light upon the forest path that I took;
The gentle rustling of the wind accompanies me in my discussions with God;
The unmistakable odor of the wild ferns
clustered around the majestic, slender figures of age-old moss-covered trees,
gnarled as wise men of old.
All are now gone -
their corpses strewn haphazardly upon the ground.
A whole part of the forest has been razed,
my secret little path along which I loved to walk with God has been stripped bare...
the powerful scent of cut wood, normally so pleasant, sticks in my throat.
No more prayer
This sorry spectacle, this carnage, unexpectedly brings back certain memories,
reopening old heart wounds,
it’s as if the ground has been cut from under me (that’s funny, I don’t think I’m the only one in that situation here…)
I want to express all this to my God,
but emotion has gripped me by the throat, choking me, my words are unable to escape, unable to reach Him,
I can’t speak.
A picture worth a thousand words
At this moment, I remembered the drawing that I did yesterday:
Jesus tenderly gathering his sheep in His arms.
- "Lord, I... that’s what I wanted to pray!
I’d like to be like those sheep.
Instinctively, I open my Bible to follow on from where I'd been reading
 (not that I was the only one talking here)
and here are the exact words I read:
"He tends his flock like a shepherd: He gathers the lambs in his arms and carries them close to his heart..."
(Isaiah 40, verse 11)
His response is so immediate, so fitting, it touches me deeply, all I can do is say...wow!
What a source of comfort I have in Jesus!
yet so few people are aware of it...
however, I won’t forget them -
The forest is a large one and I plunge into it with Him
in search of new paths, new wonders.
When I get out,
both of us will be ready to face this savage world.
Alain
 
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Hi together

It has been some time that I haven’t written to you. But I am always in the middle of something….

And I can give you some BIG NEWS.
The book « Rendez-vous dans la forêt » that was only available in French, and that has been of great use for a lot of people,  as it has helped them to find our Lord… this book is now entirely translated into English with the title « Date in the forest ».
This translation work has taken its time as it has been made by volunteers. By the way, I would like to thank the two main translators Stephen Kells (www.anglophrase.com) and Nicky Seadon.
We have printed some copies in form of the final book in order to prospect publishers.
We have done so in Nashville not long ago. A lot of US publishers showed their interest in this book and, even if nothing has been settled yet, the project seems to take form.
My book is not yet available in English. But we hope it will be so soon. Thank you for your prayers in this regard.
It is just the testimony of a simple man, living his friendship with God in his daily life.

Read as « avant-première » a story taken from this book


To see this book’s cover 
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But… Who is this Guy!?

   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!’’
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! 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…?

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 nineteen 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.
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