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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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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 … More… More…
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string(2835) " 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
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 … More… More…
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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.
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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 … More… More…
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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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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 … More… More…
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La leçon de cheval !
Enfant, je rêvais de poursuites à cheval, d’être un indien comme Winnetou (les vieux comprendront), sauf que voilà, comme j’ai toujours eu une peur irrationnelle des canassons (cette impression qu’ils vont me mordre ou m’éclater d’un coup de patte), je ne les approche jamais.
Et voilà que ma fille Sephora se passionne pour les chevaux.
Comme ma fille fait partie de mes passions, j’ai décidé de sortir de ma zone de confort pour mieux la rejoindre dans les siennes. J’ai fait du cheval pour la première fois!
Ma fille a été super chou, faisant attention à moi, comme je le faisais avec elle quand elle était petite… Je suis bien loin d'avoir la prestance de Winnetou... On a bien ri !
Nous montons sans selle, on ressent mieux les choses. Sentir la puissance de ce grand animal sous soi, c'est trop cool ! Et mon poids n’a pas l’air d’être un problème pour lui!! (Trop sympa cette bête.) Pouvoir traverser la forêt à cette hauteur, c'est un peu comme si on volait lentement. Au milieu de la fraîcheur des grandes étendues de bois et le long des prairies, nous kiffons le moment. L'harmonie de la forêt semble si compatible avec notre moyen de déplacement, qu'on dirait qu'elle ne nous remarque même pas, un peu comme si nous faisions partie d'elle. Nous sommes loin des bruits sauvages de la société que l'on dit civilisée et le calme invite à la discussion. Enfin seul avec mon aînée, on a tout le temps de parler coeur à cœur. Ce premier tour à cheval est vraiment une super expérience... à renouveler!
Quand travail rime avec loisir
Je ne suis pas vraiment en vacances, mais maintenant que Rendez-vous dans la forêt 3 est à l’impression, j'ai un poids en moins sur les épaules qui m'en donne l'impression.
J’ai écrit et peaufiné le scénario d’Azvaltya 2 des heures durant sur une table de jardin ou sur celle d'un bistro, toujours en compagnie de mon pote le soleil. Lorsque j'ai atteint le « wow !!! » en relisant l'histoire, j'ai enfin pu commencer à la dessiner, et purée qu'est ce que j’aime ça ! Lorsque je ne suis pas arrêté par les soucis de fonctionnement de l'atelier, je n'ai pas l'impression de bosser, mais de m'amuser. C'est trop bien de se balader avec Dieu dans un univers imaginaire qu'on crée soi-même (en fait, on le fait ensemble). Je glisse sur le papier avec mon crayons, cherche l'excellence, jusque dans le détail. Lorsque je m'attarde sur des détails de paysages d'arrière-plan pour les magnifier, aussi bizarre que ça puisse paraître, je découvre par hasard des subtilités que je ne soupçonnais même pas, c’est du pur kiff… Cette série, plus que les autres, peut et pourra être lue et relue plusieurs fois rien que pour les détails...
Prenez le temps... (ça aussi, ça vient d'en haut !)
Avec ma femme, il se peut bien qu'on parte trois jours en camping vers Toulon en fin de semaine... Mais même en restant chez nous, nos enfants nous embarquent avec eux dans leurs activités et nous, on se laisse volontiers faire. Hier, j’étais à la piscine avec Océane (on aime bien y aller rien que les deux). Nager sur le dos, presque en apesanteur, tout en observant le ciel bleu avec ses légers nuages suspendus en apesanteur, c’est quelque chose de simple, mais de tellement incroyable !!!! Demain, on fera une grillade avec mes parents en visite chez nous.
Dans notre société on nous encourage au travail, ce n'est pas mal mais aujourd'hui je vous encourage autant que possible à l'inverse, ou à le faire avec plaisir... Sortez de votre zone de confort et rapprochez-vous de votre entourage afin de mériter votre titre de « proche » autrement que géographiquement.
Dieu qui nous aime a déjà prévu du bonheur autour de nous. Pas besoin de chercher trop loin dans le compliqué ou le cher… ce dont on a besoin est à portée de main pour qui sait le voir, dans l'appréciation des choses simples…. (ce sont souvent les plus inestimables...).
Collector
Merci à tous ceux qui ont participé en souscrivant à l'édition collector et en soutenant avec des dons. Nous allons pouvoir sortir Rendez-vous dans la forêt 3 cet automne ! (Yessss !)
Je vous dis la date dès que je sais quand nous les recevrons à l'atelier.
Buzz sur une émission !
Les émissions que j'ai faites avec Prières inspirées sur le thème : « Comment entendre Dieu ? » ont plus de 100'000 vues (en cumulant la télé et youtube !!). Je reçois beaucoup de messages émouvants d’Afrique ces derniers temps et j'essaie tant bien que mal de suivre les correspondances. Genre à une musulmane qui me dit :
- Je veux changer de religion et devenir chrétienne.
Je lui réponds :
- Ce n'est pas la peine de changer de religion pour une autre !! Approche-toi plutôt de Jésus pour vivre une amitié vraie avec lui !
Elle a réussi à trouver une bible Gédéon (bravo les gars, vous z'êtes partout!) et je crois qu'elle a trouvé une communauté de chrétiens avec qui partager (heureusement qu'elle a internet, les croyants ont souvent cette fâcheuse tendance à être presque invisibles dans nos sociétés).
On me décrit aussi des situations qui paraissent désespérées et je prie avec les gens via Messenger...
Pour voir les vidéos :
https://www.auderset.com/medias/tv/une-semaine-pour-entendre-dieu-nous-parler
A+
Voilà, je pars à l'atelier,
où m'attend un nombre jamais égalé de bénévoles et de visites... (je me suis enfui pour pouvoir vous écrire tranquille ;)).
Et rappelez-vous : profitez de la vie, de ce temps limité ici-bas... je vous embrasse.
Votre Alain qui pense bien à vous.
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is not translated yet, (you can do it for us if you feel it and send it to us) La leçon de cheval ! Enfant, je rêvais de poursuites à cheval, d’être un indien comme Winnetou (les vieux comprendront), sauf que … More… More…
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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