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If we think that the gospel doesn’t interest this generation, we are wrong. When you see people following all sorts of creepy, magical and occult theories, don’t be impressed by how they act. They’re just like you and me, searching anywhere. They’d love to know Jesus personally, like we do... 
 
See for yourselves with this letter I just received: 
 
Florence’s letter
 The video
Hi Alain, it’s Florence.
 
You are often in my thoughts since I saw one of your videos and I’ve been wanting to write to you for quite some time.
I listened to you when you shared your story and I was so impressed! 🤔 I started laughing as you talked, and crying at the same time! Anyway, it was just 😳.
For the first time, someone was telling me about God and Jesus, outside the mold of the church. 
 
Suffering 
I’ve been sick for eight years now, with a mysterious disease doctors can’t heal. I can’t walk or drive and I suffer from terrible stomach and back pain which cause me chronic fatigue. Alone at home all day all the time... I wanted to die. 
Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve always been looking for something but the advice I was given always led to the New Age with a bunch of therapists and experiments lacking meaning, power and most of all, love. All this was just destroying me and eventually my body totally let go. I didn’t understand what was happening to me. I resented God, mankind and the whole world! 
 
Click!
A couple of weeks ago, I was given a religious video that really triggered something. It was about prayer for the healing of the sick in Saint-Nicolas Deschamps, a church in Paris. For the first time I actually heard Christians say that the Holy Spirit comes to heal people. 
I don’t know what happened inside me, but I saw my whole life as on a screen and all the bullshit of these past experiments. I saw all the occult forces that had manipulated me through all this. It’s as if I hadn’t been aware of what my life was like before, and that suddenly, everything became clear. 
I know for sure I experienced grace. Jesus came to look for me in my darkness and my misery. 
 
Thirst
One thing leading to another, I searched the net and I found you. Your books, your comics, your humor and your simplicity. It really touched me.
20 years ago, I studied arts at the Beaux-Arts. I did some research on Christ dead in “The Descent from the Cross” without realizing He was already speaking to me then… It’s like pieces of the puzzle are falling into place for me now. 
All this is just to thank you. I’ve decided to treat myself with your books and comics. I’ll order them at the lowest price, not because they’re not worth more, but because I haven’t worked for 8 years and I do things according to my means. 😅
 
Your forest, my garden 
Thank you for thinking of me in your forest. I love nature too. For the moment I can’t enjoy it fully but I go in my garden and walk the 20 yards I can, to pray (or rather talk to someone) out loud. 
 
From the bottom of my heart Alain, thank you. Thank you Jesus. I love you both so much. Thank you for having spoken to me. 
Florence
My answer: 
Hello Florence
I couldn't help but have tears in my eyes as I was reading you. What the Lord is doing and how he manages to reach you in the midst of all your trials, is truly beautiful. 
 
A relationship with God is a spring of happiness. And it has been made available for us because of the sacrifice of His beloved Son. Without Him, it would be impossible for us to approach the One who loves us so much. 
I encourage you to persevere. Keep going in your garden, keep reading the Bible (starting with the New Testament). In the Bible God speaks big time. 
 
If you want to get my books, try ordering them in a bookstore in France, it’ll cost you less in postage than ordering them in Switzerland.
 
See you soon. 
 
Alain 
 




Find more of the author’s meditations in his book Meet me in the forest. First 30 pages for free here. 

 

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Charm of the night
The summer night has left the evening of its adolescence to enter the darkness of its maturity. Majestic and fully inspired, it extends its light veil of clouds, still hiding nothing of the nakedness of its immense and infinite starry sky. The full moon is at its zenith. Behind a delicate veil of cloud, it has the feline glance of a girl in love, who is pretending not to see you when she only has eyes for you… The breath at my window, invigorated by the subtle summer scents of the meadows is like arms wide open inviting me to share the moment. Pure beauty…! Much more peaceful than days, nights carry and spread the soft babbling dreams of the humans who have left the frenzy of their complicated world for a restful sleep.
Assisted by the silence of the universe and the chant of the inhabitants of the woods and the fields, it hums a relaxing, magical and hypnotic symphony that rocks us in its arms. 
The many mysteries of the night attract me. Surrendering to its charm, I decide to savor it in the forest. Except that today, it’s not the night I am meeting with but my son. 
 
The metal tribe
‘Coz my boy is performing a concert in the middle of the woods. In this odd location, along with Seb, his pal who plays the guitar, they will be taking part in a heavy metal (and stoner) festival. I’m so happy to be able to witness their progress and their artistic performance once again. I will also get to meet and mingle with his marginal friends, who over the years, have become mine as well. A whole tribe of regulars attend this kind of event. They’re at odds with a society that insistently tries to brainwash everyone, and they’re looking for something else. I so understand their cry, and actually, I do have “something else” in me. 
And if I enjoy the road leading me to them, it’s mainly due to the journey, because I’m not going on my own.
 
Tiptoeing away.
Exhausted by the day to come and unable to resist, my wife has already fallen asleep in her cozy bed. I kiss her goodnight and like a jolly little fellow on a good blow, I tiptoe away. 
I'm so used to the walls of my house that I don’t even see them anymore. It feels good leaving for someplace with no walls at all. Doing things the other way around, I enter outside and disappear in the night.
 
Trail in the night
There are several woods to cross before reaching my destination, so I take my car. I drive very slowly in order not to disturb the penetrating atmosphere of the place, windows wide open to absorb it better. The air is mild. Usually, at this time of night, I’m already in the fascinating land of dreams. And for sure, part of me is dreaming, even though I’m awake. I’m inclined to say it’s because of the immense presence of the humble person accompanying me. 
 
 Blessed journey 
God… Above all, this journey is an opportunity to spend a special moment with Him. Although He’s invisible, He’s so much more real and there, than any of my visible friends.
It’s the reason why the journey often becomes more important than the destination. 
Behind the wheel, with Him, I realize I’ve been longing for this moment all day. I slow down to make it last... 
I hadn’t even realized that I needed to get some apparently ordinary everyday matters off my chest. The relief that follows makes me understand that every situation I handed over had been a source of undetectable stress wrapped in some “make do” I hadn’t discerned. 
 
Lost !
There is no sign to show the way to the festival. (hahaha! I recognize the team’s erratic organization! Hmm, okay… I’m not the most focused person either and I might’ve missed it…). As I follow prehistoric paths, I have a doubt: Is it the wrong night or am I just lost? 
I turn the engine off, in order to hear my destination better... 
-Ah!!! On my left… music! Phew! 
The closer I get, the clearer it becomes. From below I can see multicolored light glowing from a cabin in a meadow. My deduction is that’s where I’m trying to go. 
-Hey! but I'm not heading in the right direction! 
The sound, making its way between hills and valleys, is playing tricks on me. Following my heart and the music, I take a most narrow and rocky path. Only when I come across some people on their way back, am I heartened.  
 
Concert
The first person I see when I reach the cabin is my son and his joy at my sight. I spot his sister immediately, my little darling, with her husband and my son’s young bride (they married a month ago). As I approach the stage, I joyfully say hello to all my buddies and all the long-haired youths I don’t really know but I do recognize. (Oh! how I love these kids!).
 
Beyond the audience
Super concert! The audience is unanimously admirative, though no one can see my son as completely as I do. They only enjoyed what blew up in their faces, when I could see deep inside him. 
To me, all his previous concerts are superimposed and I can appreciate them all, down to the very first one which occured in our small kitchen. Our bumblebee was just taking his first steps then, and started banging on pans for our greatest joy. 
I can still see him at six, his shining eyes lighting up ours the day we bought him his very first drums with what was left of our savings. 
I remember when as a kid he used to accompany me at church. I played the guitar and I was concerned that he might not be able to keep up with the beat (during our Saahsal* rehearsals, he’s the one worrying for me now...).
I can remember everything! When he was allowed to stay up late in order to follow our concerts or rehearsals and when, between two songs our former drummer taught him his secrets. 
I can still see the whole family scattered in the dawning audience, hidden in the crowd, to attend the first concert of his group who used to rehearse at home. Sure, the compliments were for them, but they made me even happier than if they had been for me. 
And long story short, I still have in heart (which works better than my mind), I have in heart practically all the gigs that followed.  
Arm in arm with my daughter, just like every time, we dance our joy of being there together. 
After hugging everyone warmly, I quietly slip away, softly sliding downhill to my cozy bed. Whatever dreams I am about to reach, I know they will never compete with the ones I’ve just left.  

 
A dad’s gaze 
I admit I might not be honest when speaking of my son... but I am, concerning what I feel. And what’s true is, had my son (or any other of my children) been physically or mentally disabled and totally unable to perform such artistic skills, I would’ve been just as proud. If all he had been able to make was a noodle necklace, I would wear it like a beautiful piece of jewelry. Because that’s what we dads are made of... 
– Isn’t that correct, my Dad/God who is in heaven? 
You’re like that, more than any of us. You’re there at every important moment of our lives. Careful not to disturb, mindful and discreet, you follow us everywhere... And hidden in the crowd, Your heart for Your children pounds even louder than mine. 
 
  *Saahsal is our band with my wife, my son Silas and 2 other friends.
To listen to Silas’ music:
https://silasauderset.bandcamp.com/releases
Mouche-miel (his “math-metal-cheese” band):
https://mouche-miel.bandcamp.com
Family Band & Co:
www.saahsal.com
 


Find more of the author’s meditations in his book
Meet me in the forest
First 30 pages for free here
 



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Stuff just ours. (plus Corinne's letter)
The Gift
-You're lucky to have this relationship with God, 'coz He doesn't speak* to me… (squeak! honk honk!) Sounds wrong to you too? 
“The chance”, (in other words “the grace") to be intimate with Him is God's gift to all of His children.
Along with the forgiveness of our sins, it's the most beautiful, undeserved gift we could ever receive (I often unwrap it in the forest)  It cost God a lot: His son on the cross. 
* How to listen to God (3 videos in French with English subtitles available)
- How to hear God speak in our thoughts. https://youtu.be/sz_5yPqpsW4
- How does God speak in our dreams? https://youtu.be/Jbm7a9n9h0Y
- The different ways God speaks. https://youtu.be/_YOaHn24UkE
Children colors A small comparison: I have 4 children and with each of them I share privileged and different "just us" moments. 
Their personalities, their expectations, our history and the time spent together are as many woven threads. The knitted piece varies from one personality to the other but is made of the same love. 
My kids really are gorgeous colors. When I am yellow and my son Silas is blue, the time we spend together turns into a deep forest green, fresh and invigorating, (or snot green, 'coz it makes us laugh), and with my little red Sephora, a sparkling orange sunset etc…there is no wrong color.
I adapt myself to each one of them, but I have no favorite: I love them all the same (like crazy!) 
Dad/God's number ones? Whoever you are, whatever you have been through, if while reading "Meet me in the forest", you'd like to have that kind of relationship with God, you can. But the result will be other beautiful and unique colors ('coz you're His work, actually). Why not try "my" forest tip for a start and then develop your own "just the two of you" stuff? **
God knows you by heart, He'll know how to reach you. Once you two are alone, just make sure to be true, so that He can take away the grey that grieves you (it's more than just a circumstance to be turned around) He'll enhance your own color. Come, just as you are, it's you He's waiting for, not someone you think you should look like. 
It is written “God IS love”, it's even more powerful than "God has love" (1st John 4:16) It's His nature and He doesn't have to make any effort to love you personally. 
** You may have been intrigued by what I'm talking about. For a better understanding of the context, you can download the first 30 pages of the book here: https://mailchi.mp/d8bfc27ff89a/rdvf1-30-pages-excerpt 
Below is a letter that says the same ..
Enjoy your walk…
 
Corinne's letter
After receiving her order, a girl wrote this to me: I just wanted to thank you for the dedication*, for having taken time for me, in the speech balloon there's a heart and no one else knew except for… Here's the thing, when I walk in the woods or elsewhere, I find hearts, I see hearts everywhere, I end up thinking it can't be, this must be done on purpose, I zoom in… In fact it is done on purpose. I had asked God: "tell me that you love me, but say it to me alone!" because I have often been told: "God loves you" but had never felt anything personal.
So thanks a lot, I know we sometimes send such little hearts on Whatsapp, but today the one I found in my book is special.  Here are a couple of pictures, they're not artistic but they were taken  while I was working or having a walk, when someOne wanted me to know he loved me. 
Affectionately
Corinne
     
*The dedication I had made for her.
   

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Jesus’ home
My life isn’t always easy. If I described it to you, I’m not sure you’d like to have the same... but on the other hand, Jesus lives in me… We take time for each other, and that grants me pure moments of happiness... Still, what seems most insane to me, is when I realize it works both ways… (both ways!?!) 
Easy…
I like sharing my faith everywhere I go. I do it easy without putting any pressure on anyone, especially not on God, unlike so many people who claim to be His’... Some experts try to make Him fit in texts, principles, and well organised theories that attract many people. They try to force their prayer requests and their narrow vision on God, urging Him to answer them or bless whatever they’re doing… regardless of His own desires.    
I feel so sorry for Him, for them and for me too… ‘coz I know I’m no better. 
So I just sit down close to Jesus and I give up… I give up forcing him to listen to my blah blah blah, and I talk straight instead, or else I just stay silent. And we dig it ! We appreciate just being there for each other, and without even knowing, I am learning to unlearn… 
 
Getting along
My Creator is free to come and go through me as He wishes. Okay, I admit that my welcome is a bit lame sometimes… So, every now and then, He still knocks before coming in. But deep down, He knows He’s at home in my heart.  
Here’s the truth, He bought me back at a high price, by His precious blood! He gave it all, His Kingdom, His privileges, everything He had, in order to have me. Just to have the privilege of being near me... !?! (whaaat?!) Sometimes I ask myself if this great friend of mine isn’t a bit crazy…? Hmm... crazy, He is, for sure: crazy in love!!! 
I’ll probably never understand why He cares so much for me… When I think of Him, I realize He’s as huge as the universe He created (t’was a thursday…), so I gave up trying to figure out anything, and I satisfy myself with receiving… and believing.
 
Sell it all!
I don’t know where you’re standing, but I can only invite you to do the same, open up!  The way I know Him, He will subtly bring to light what is moldering your existence.
But don’t be afraid, He won’t do the cleaning without you, without your permission. ‘Coz, yes! Getting rid of evil can be painful, especially if we won’t let go. 
So, don’t try too hard to understand what’s going on. Most of the time His reasons are beyond our understanding. Let go of control and fear (it won’t help), stop being defensive… Let Him move, trust Him, there is no one as considerate, generous, honest, intelligent, understanding, wise, reassuring (but so full of surprises), nor any one as caring as Jesus... 
 
Oh Jesus, y’ know… I love You! You are unbelievable and still, I believe You.
 

 
Find more of the author’s meditations in his book:
Meet me in the forest
First 30 pages for free here
 



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Tricks, licks and injustice 
or
Response to injustice
 
Clever dog!
My little Spike is everyone's dog at home… he strolls around  from one floor to another depending on where the cooking smells come from. Be it roommates, workshop activists or family members, everybody likes him. For him, doors aren't borders (they're nothing but wood swiveling on hinges, right?). This walking stomach knows how to swing them open with a simple bark or a scratch. Especially as he recognises people while they're still in the street. He is clever! Particularly with those whom he knows he can bend. He has an inner clock to tell him when the regulars arrive, and they will have no other choice than to give in 'coz it's true: "he's so cuuuute!"
 
Oh-oh…! (ouch!)
But the other day, something really disturbing happened: he didn't finish his bowl…(!?) 
Straight away, we called Sephora, our daughter (veterinary assistant). She rushed immediately and took a blood sample. 
 
Damn
We were forced to lock him in a cage and put him on a drip for a week (he just didn't understand what was happening to him). The result of the tests was very clear: his kidneys are in real bad shape. For his own good, nobody is allowed to give him any non medical food anymore! 
 
Lord, why?
The dog just doesn't understand what is happening to him. His tricks don't work anymore! Why has everyone become so "mean"? oh… he must've had such a feeling of injustice.
 
I tried to explain it to him. But, no way! His brain isn't big enough (he can't read, can’t speak a single word of English, and doesn't even know what a kidney is!!!) 
What worries me even more than his health, is that he could think that we don't love him anymore. Fortunately we are very close: for sure he knows there is another reason.
 
God and you 
To a certain extent, couldn’t you be in the same situation as me and Spike…?
 
You suffer injustices, you feel you're a victim and you ask yourself "why does God allow such things, has God forsaken me…?" 
Hmm… You're confusing "injustice" with "ignorance", 'coz the one clear and absolutely essential thing for you to know is that: whatever happens, God loves you!*… sooo much…!!
 
*He said so (in the Bible), He doesn't lie and it's obvious to all those who know Him personally. 
 
Superiority of dog on man
Okay, we might be smarter than him, but when it comes to a relationship with a master… we could improve a lot, couldn't we?!
If I don't give in to any of Spike's tricks anymore and if I only give him yucky food (compared to before), it's for his own good, believe me. When I hold him on a leash it's in order to preserve him from his lack of obedience and self control (he barks after dogs 3 times his size). 
 
Fortunately, the friendly relationship Spike and I have, can only convince him of that. I always bring him along in the forest, I pet him, speak gently to him, play with him, nurse him and if I get tough it’s only to keep him from danger. 
 
Go in the forest with God! 
Whatever your need (or want) may be, spend time with God. Rejoice with Him, play, share, run, live with Him. And same as for me, the tears and laughter you share will fill you up. Sometimes you will feel Him cuddle your soul and His loving eyes upon you: there is no greater blessing on earth. And if ever you don’t feel it, just believe it, it’s even better! 
 
Jesus said:
“I am the good shepherd, my sheep know my voice… the good shepherd loves his sheep and lays down His life for them…” 
 
  PS: I didn’t share this analogy to hold a pity party, but in order to help those who could be struggling with these issues. I’m fine, and in his own way, so is the dog. (We know how to make the best out of the time we still have together)  
 
Find more cool stories with Spike from time to time, his master and his Master… 
 

 



 

The first volume of "Meet me in the forest" is available in English as an e-book.  
The translation of the second volume is in progress.

 

 

 



 



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