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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 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.
 
Fire
I 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 fridge
One 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 call
Around 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 print
my 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 simple
Yo 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 comics
Solo, 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 fuego
Quería 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 vacío
Una 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 telefónica
Por 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 Menschen
Eines 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 dir
Es 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 sich
Jeden 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 Durchbruch
Nun 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 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 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.
 
Fire
I 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 fridge
One 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 call
Around 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 print
my 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 …
 
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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 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.
 
Fire
I 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 fridge
One 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 call
Around 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 print
my 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 …
 
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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 feu
Je 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 vide
Un 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 téléphone
A 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 Menschen
Eines 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 dir
Es 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 sich
Jeden 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 Durchbruch
Nun 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 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 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.
 
Fire
I 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 fridge
One 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 call
Around 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 print
my 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 simple
Yo 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 comics
Solo, 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 fuego
Quería 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 vacío
Una 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 telefónica
Por 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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Friday the 31st of May 2013
at 8pm
One man show: non-practicing atheist
‘’Café rencontre’’at the downtown. www.caferencontre.org, 796, Saint Joseph east street
Quebec City
Saturday 1st of June 2013
Interview on the radio CKZW.ca in Montreal!!
www.ckzw.ca
from 10 to 11am (I don’t know if it will be live…?)
Dedication at the Comic strip festival of Montreal 
At ‘’Espace La Fontaine’’
www.fbdm-montreal.ca
Dedication from 12 to 7pm
at the table ‘’Planète’’
Sunday the 2nd of June 2013
One man show: Non-practicing atheist
at 10am
Evangelical Church of Disraeli 7944, rank 5 Disraeli 
www.eglise-evangelique.ca
Friday the 7th of June
One man show: Non-practicing atheist
235, Saint-Jacques Granby street
www.evqmedia.com
Saturday the 8th of June 2013 at 7pm
One man show: Non-practicing atheist
Julien Ducharme Center 1671, Duplessis Road
Sherbrook
Sunday the 9th of June 2013
Share-Testimony during the service
at 10am, Pentecotist Church of Drummondville, 1700, Bvd Lemire Drummondville
(broadcast live on) www.eglisedepentecote.org
Monday the 10th of June 2013
Departure from Montreal



From the 10th to the 14th of June in the US


I will be in ‘’Charlotte’’, in North Caroline
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Vendredi 31 mai 2013,
à 20h00
- One man show: Athée non-pratiquant
Café rencontre du centre-ville.www.caferencontre.org796, rue Saint-Joseph EstVille de Québec
 
 
Samedi 1 juin 2013
- Interview sur radio CKZW.ca à Montreal!!
www.ckzw.ca
10h-11h (je ne sais pas si c'est du direct...?)
 
- Dédicaces au festival de BD de Montréal 
Espace La Fontaine
www.fbdm-montreal.ca
 Dédicace de 12h00 à 19h00
à la table de Planète BD
 
Dimanche 2 juin 2013
- Spectacle : One man show: "Athée non-pratiquant"
à 10h00
Église évangélique de Disraeli7944, rang 5Disraeliwww.eglise-evangelique.ca
 
 
Vendredi 7 juin 2013
- One man show: Athée non-pratiquant
Cegep de Granby haute Yamaska
235, rue Saint-JacquesGranby
www.evqmedia.com
 
Samedi 8 juin 2013 à 19h00
- One man show: Athée non-pratiquant
Centre Julien Ducharme1671, chemin Duplessis
Sherbrooke
 
Dimanche 9 juin 2013
- Partage- témoignage au culte
à 10h00Église de Pentecôte de Drummondville1700, boul. LemireDrummondville
(en direct sur le net)www.eglisedepentecote.org
 
 
Lundi 10 juin 2013
Départ de Montréal
 
 
10 au 14 juin 2013 USA
Je sévis à Charlotte, en Caroline du Nord aux USA,
 
 
Voir le programme: Londres
 
 
[:en]

Friday the 31st of May 2013
at 8pm
One man show: non-practicing atheist
‘’Café rencontre’’at the downtown. www.caferencontre.org, 796, Saint Joseph east street
Quebec City
Saturday 1st of June 2013
Interview on the radio CKZW.ca in Montreal!!
www.ckzw.ca
from 10 to 11am (I don’t know if it will be live…?)
Dedication at the Comic strip festival of Montreal 
At ‘’Espace La Fontaine’’
www.fbdm-montreal.ca
Dedication from 12 to 7pm
at the table ‘’Planète’’
Sunday the 2nd of June 2013
One man show: Non-practicing atheist
at 10am
Evangelical Church of Disraeli 7944, rank 5 Disraeli 
www.eglise-evangelique.ca
Friday the 7th of June
One man show: Non-practicing atheist
235, Saint-Jacques Granby street
www.evqmedia.com
Saturday the 8th of June 2013 at 7pm
One man show: Non-practicing atheist
Julien Ducharme Center 1671, Duplessis Road
Sherbrook
Sunday the 9th of June 2013
Share-Testimony during the service
at 10am, Pentecotist Church of Drummondville, 1700, Bvd Lemire Drummondville
(broadcast live on) www.eglisedepentecote.org
Monday the 10th of June 2013
Departure from Montreal



From the 10th to the 14th of June in the US


I will be in ‘’Charlotte’’, in North Caroline
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Come to church (so they said…)

 

Jonny (not his real name, I put that so you wouldn’t know we were really talking about Michel…),


well, Jonny lives in the hood (drugs and all that)


and I’d love it if he could meet Christians who would really care for him.

 – Come to church man, you’ll see, it’s great!

So I said…

 

From one hood to another

In those days, my church was totally lost in the sticks, in fact, it had just totally lost it, period.


Even the train didn’t come as far as this village…

 – Wait for me at the station Mich… JONNY.

I’ll hitch-hike to church and once they get there, someone will lend me their car and I’ll come back to pick you up. 

 – Will they let you borrow a car just like that, man?

 – Sure man*, we’re like a big family! (*man is a nickname for cool people)

 

A new light shone in Michel’s eyes, he’s about to meet an incredible community composed of amazing people!

(What’s that? Oh, yeah, I mean Jonny!)

 

Hitch-hiking

Nobody’s stopping! It’s a dog eat dog world here!

Then there are those with a fish symbol (ichthus) on the back (of their car!!) who don’t stop –

 it must be because it’s not their car! (Another Christian must have lent them it!)

After a 45 minute walk, I finally reach the church!

Take that, man!

 

I go up to a Christian lady who often prays with her hands in the air and explain the problem to her.  She retorts:

 – No! I’m not lending my car!

(…Afterwards, if anything goes wrong, you'll see - there'll be nobody who takes responsibility for it... and just because we’re nice doesn’t mean that we can’t be nasty, blahblahblah and I’m right anyway…)

 

Auderset quits the church! (by car)

I’m devastated! I’m so disappointed… So, what’s this all about? Is it all just for show?!

 – If that’s the way it is, I’m leaving the church !

I’ll live out my faith on my own! I don’t need a bunch of hypocrites around me!




As I head for the exit, a thought comes into my mind:

 – If all the ‘cool’ people leave the church, there’ll only be jerks left…

(I’m cool because I say stuff like ‘Jonny’ and ‘man’)

 – You won’t give up on your faith, but what about someone like Michel? Won’t he be likely to throw the baby out with the bathwater?

In other words: he’ll reject God, when in fact, it was God’s fans that he had an issue with

(what was that? I said ‘Michel’?! I don’t think so, I’d have noticed !  And what’s more, it wasn’t me, it was God!)

– Ok, Lord, I’ll stay…so that I can make a difference and welcome people like Michel when they come…

 


Feeling better once again, I pluck up the courage to make the same request again to the guitarist in the church worship group.

 – ‘No problem buddy, here are the keys.’

he says without hesitation,

 – ‘Be careful though, the brakes don’t work!

he added nonchalantly.

MichONNY (pheww! That was close!) was still waiting for me at the station, meaning we were able to go to church together in the end….

 

20 years later…


In between times, I’ve been disappointed at the behavior of other Christians…and for infinitely more serious (to a factor of 10!!) reasons.


To be hurt, betrayed, vilified, epilated (if you’re called Michel and have had your name published in a book when you’d have preferred to remain incognito), etc. by those to whom you’ve shared your innermost secrets will always be a bitter blow…

 

Transformational worship


To get back to my buddy from the hood,


it wasn’t so much him as ME


who went through a life-changing experience that morning… 

 

as it was on that day that I made up my mind:


Even though my family sometimes lets me down,

it will never stop being my family and I’ll always be a part of it.

Alain"
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Viens à l'église (qu'ils disaient...)
Jonny (ce n'est pas son vrai nom, c'est pour pas qu'on sache que c'est Michel...) bref, Jonny est dans la zone, (milieu de la drogue) et j'aimerais tellement qu'il puisse découvrir des chrétiens qui sauront l'aimer.
 
-" Viens à l'église man, tu verras c'est super!"
Que je lui disais...
 
 
D'une zone à une autre
 
En ce temps là, mon église était dans un endroit si paumé, que c'en était gratiné. Même le train n'arrivait pas jusqu'à ce village... (Pas assez long!) 
 
- « Attends-moi à la gare Mich...JONNY.
Je fais le trajet restant en stop, arrivé à l'église, on me prête une voiture et je reviens te chercher. »
- « On va te prêter une voiture comme ça man? » 
- « Sûr man*, car nous, on est comme une millefa (famille)! »
(* man c un surnom pour gens cool)
 
Une nouvelle lueur brille dans les yeux de Michel, il va rencontrer une communauté de gens exceptionnels !
(Hein quoi? Ha oui "Jonny" oh!)
 
 
Auto-Stop
 
Personne ne me prend!
Ce monde, c'est du chacun pour soi !
Et si ceux qui ont un poisson (ichtus) dans le derrière (de la voiture!!) ne s'arrêtent pas, c'est sûrement parce que ce n'est pas leur voiture ! (Un chrétien leur a prêté !)
 
3/4 d'heure de trajet à pied plus tard,
J'arrive à l'église!
 
Prend ça dans ta face man!
Je m'approchais d'une chrétienne qui priait souvent les bras en l'air, lui expliquai le problème et elle me lance:
 
- "Non! Je ne prête pas ma voiture!
(... S'il y a un problème C la faute à personne et C pas pask qu'on est gentil qu'on ne doit pas être méchant, et patati et patata et j'ai raison...)
 
 
Auderset quitte l'église! (en voiture)
 
J'étais anéanti! Tellement déçu...
Mais alors, que fait-on ici? Du cinéma?!
 
- "Puisque c'est comme ça, je quitte l'église!
Je vivrai ma foi tout seul ! J'ai pas besoin de m'entourer d'hypocrites !"
 
Alors que je me dirigeais vers la sortie, j'entendis une pensée:
- "Si tout les « cools » quittent l'église, il ne restera que les « cons »...
(Moi j'suis cool pask je dis "Jonny" ainsi que"man")
Toi, tu garderas la foi, mais quelqu'un comme Michel ?
Ne jettera-t-il pas le bébé avec l'eau du bain ?
Autrement di t: il jettera Dieu, alors qu'en fait, il n'a eu de problème qu'avec ses fans
(Comment ça, j'ai dit "Michel" ?! Sûrement pas, je l'aurais remarqué ! En plus c pas moi, c Dieu !)
 
- "Ok Seigneur, je reste à l'église... Pour faire une différence et accueillir les Michel qui y viendront... "
 
Reboosté, je trouvai le courage pour demander la même chose au guitariste de l'église.
 
- " No problem l'ami, voici les clés" 
Fit-il sans hésiter,
- " fais juste gaffe, pask que les freins ne marchent pas!"
Rajouta-t-il l'air de rien.
 
MichONNY (pfff ! J'ai eu chaud !) m'attendait toujours à la gare, ainsi nous avons pu assister au culte ensemble....
 
 
20 ans plus tard...
Depuis j'ai été encore déçu par d'autres chrétiens... Et pour des raisons biens plus terriblement pires encore (et à la puissance 10 !!).
Être blessé, trahi, maudit, épilé, (avoir son nom dans une histoire publiée sur le net alors qu'on aurai aimé être incognito,) etc... par ceux à qui tu ouvres ton cœur, reste toujours une déception amère...
 
 
Le culte du changement
 
Pour en revenir à mon potes de la zone,
c'est pas tant lui, mais plutôt MOI,
qui ai vécu une expérience marquante ce matin là...
 
Car c'est le jour ou j'ai définitivement fait ce choix :
même si je suis déçu par ma famille, 
je ne cesserai pas pour autant d'en faire partie.
 
 
 
Dessin sur ce thème:
http://www.auderset.com//month-draw/dessin-du-mois-de-mars-2013/
 
 
 
 
PS: Ces derniers temps, je suis (on est) souvent tué à moi-même...
 
Ça fait mal... 
 
Mais le Potier sait ce qu'Il fait... 
C'est un grand Artiste....
 
 
[:en]

Come to church (so they said…)

 

Jonny (not his real name, I put that so you wouldn’t know we were really talking about Michel…),


well, Jonny lives in the hood (drugs and all that)


and I’d love it if he could meet Christians who would really care for him.

 – Come to church man, you’ll see, it’s great!

So I said…

 

From one hood to another

In those days, my church was totally lost in the sticks, in fact, it had just totally lost it, period.


Even the train didn’t come as far as this village…

 – Wait for me at the station Mich… JONNY.

I’ll hitch-hike to church and once they get there, someone will lend me their car and I’ll come back to pick you up. 

 – Will they let you borrow a car just like that, man?

 – Sure man*, we’re like a big family! (*man is a nickname for cool people)

 

A new light shone in Michel’s eyes, he’s about to meet an incredible community composed of amazing people!

(What’s that? Oh, yeah, I mean Jonny!)

 

Hitch-hiking

Nobody’s stopping! It’s a dog eat dog world here!

Then there are those with a fish symbol (ichthus) on the back (of their car!!) who don’t stop –

 it must be because it’s not their car! (Another Christian must have lent them it!)

After a 45 minute walk, I finally reach the church!

Take that, man!

 

I go up to a Christian lady who often prays with her hands in the air and explain the problem to her.  She retorts:

 – No! I’m not lending my car!

(…Afterwards, if anything goes wrong, you'll see - there'll be nobody who takes responsibility for it... and just because we’re nice doesn’t mean that we can’t be nasty, blahblahblah and I’m right anyway…)

 

Auderset quits the church! (by car)

I’m devastated! I’m so disappointed… So, what’s this all about? Is it all just for show?!

 – If that’s the way it is, I’m leaving the church !

I’ll live out my faith on my own! I don’t need a bunch of hypocrites around me!




As I head for the exit, a thought comes into my mind:

 – If all the ‘cool’ people leave the church, there’ll only be jerks left…

(I’m cool because I say stuff like ‘Jonny’ and ‘man’)

 – You won’t give up on your faith, but what about someone like Michel? Won’t he be likely to throw the baby out with the bathwater?

In other words: he’ll reject God, when in fact, it was God’s fans that he had an issue with

(what was that? I said ‘Michel’?! I don’t think so, I’d have noticed !  And what’s more, it wasn’t me, it was God!)

– Ok, Lord, I’ll stay…so that I can make a difference and welcome people like Michel when they come…

 


Feeling better once again, I pluck up the courage to make the same request again to the guitarist in the church worship group.

 – ‘No problem buddy, here are the keys.’

he says without hesitation,

 – ‘Be careful though, the brakes don’t work!

he added nonchalantly.

MichONNY (pheww! That was close!) was still waiting for me at the station, meaning we were able to go to church together in the end….

 

20 years later…


In between times, I’ve been disappointed at the behavior of other Christians…and for infinitely more serious (to a factor of 10!!) reasons.


To be hurt, betrayed, vilified, epilated (if you’re called Michel and have had your name published in a book when you’d have preferred to remain incognito), etc. by those to whom you’ve shared your innermost secrets will always be a bitter blow…

 

Transformational worship


To get back to my buddy from the hood,


it wasn’t so much him as ME


who went through a life-changing experience that morning… 

 

as it was on that day that I made up my mind:


Even though my family sometimes lets me down,

it will never stop being my family and I’ll always be a part of it.

Alain[:]"
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The wall of evil

In my garden there’s an old wall that’s over 6 feet high, which is really, I mean really ugly!!!

(because it gets between the little flowers and the sun!!!)

The sledgehammer of prayer

I decided to take it down with my own hands (I am the defender of little flowers). With a fury that is unusual for me (with a little help from a sledgehammer)

I struck a blow against this shadowy wall.

 

At the same time, in my heart,

I rained prayer upon prayer against the walls present in my own life, its injustices, recurrent struggles and other adversities.

I refuse to just sit there and take it!

 

Half an hour later:

The wall: bearing hardly a scratch…

Me: down and out!!

 

Are my prayers not working?!?

It’s a bit like some of my long-term prayer requests; I’m still waiting for them to be granted…

also:

In church, why is it always the same people who come forward to ask for healing (?!?) Is it because it hasn’t actually worked for them before?

 

My line of reasoning runs me up against a dead end…

 

Small, but powerful

My observations of the natural world have taught me one thing.

Something small,

Done faithfully, over and over again,

Becomes big.

Perseverance will enable us to break through.

I apply this principle to my art,

So why don’t I apply it to a wall?




The battle is won in the head

Driven above all by my motivation to break down the walls in my own life,

I decided that I would spend one hour each day hammering out a solution 

Because to break down a wall in the outside world,

You must first break it down in your head.

More than mere muscles, you need to believe it’s possible!!!

Your strength is found in faith.

 

Even so, my efforts seemed pitiful ….

 



 

The coup de grâce

After a couple of days,

I finally managed to put a hole through the wall!

 

It was weird, just before that section of the wall gave way,

the sound of the sledgehammer impact against it changed…

My question is:

Does that mean that the hundreds of blows that rained down upon it before that point accomplished nothing at all?

 

Mmm…

I think that they all counted for something

No prayer is ineffective…



 

Plan B

I was really encouraged by this little hole…!

At the same time, I had to admit that there was still a long way to go:
- ‘Ahhh!! help me Lord!’

A voice behind me says:
- ‘that’s not the way to do it, buddy!’

I turned round, and to my great surprise, standing before me was Whoetallthegritz (that’s not his real name, by the way!) a friend who hardly ever gets out of the house because he suffers from a bone condition – if he fell, he’d break into little pieces (certainly more easily than my wall would!!)

- ‘dig beneath it,’

He said,
- ‘it’ll save you a lot of time!’

Then he left.

Me:
- ‘dig beneath it!’

Whaa …?! What sort of idea is that…(?)

That wasn’t what I’d been planning to do at all…!

 

I kept on hammering against the wall …

 

But the noise couldn’t drown out my thoughts:

‘What if God was talking to me through Whoetallthegritz?’

 

Something even stronger than prayer!

In the end, I started to dig beneath the wall,

attached one end of a rope to the wall, the other to my car and stepped on the gas. The wall collapsed almost immediately!!!

(I had to step on the gas, otherwise the wall would have fallen on the car!)



BLAMM!!!

The wall came crashing down with such force that it startled my little family, who were sitting in the living room. Immediately, like the most beautiful freeze-frame shot imaginable, they all ran into view, framed in the window

Their ever-so slightly unconventional pop had finally come up with the goods!

 

It was then that I understood something very important,

There is something even stronger than prayer:

Listening to God!

 

Something stronger than perseverance:

grace.

 

 Once the wall had fallen, it took me another couple of days of sweat (and shovel-work) to get rid of

The old soil and replace it with good, new soil.



Once it was all finished, I looked at my handiwork,

Took a handful of identical sunflower seeds and planted them outside my studio. The flowers that sprung up where the wall had been were absolutely massive!!! (I’ve never seen ones that big before!)  It did me, and all the passers-by, good just to look at them…

The blackberries growing on the same spot produce a bumper crop

To the delight of all those who came to dine with us!

 

When confronted with positive challenges,

Stick at it, because what you will gain from it will be much greater than the

Initial effort that it required of you.

 

This wall has gone,

But my invisible walls are still there…

I continue to pray (and listen…)

And every day I get stronger.

Some walls start to crack, but others seem unshakeable…

But I believe that my God is greater still,

And even if it’s hard, I keep going…

 

‘Those who sow with tears

Will reap with songs of joy’. Psalm 126.v 5

 

Whatever wall you may have to break down,

Stick at it,

And one day, it will fall!

  

 

Alain

 

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Le mur du mal
J'ai dans mon jardin un vieux mur de plus de 2m de haut, moche et méchant!!! 
(Vi, pask il empêche les petites fleurs d'avoir du soleil !!!)
 
 
Ma masse à prière 
J'ai décidé de l'abattre de mes propres mains (je suis le défenseur des petites fleurs). Avec une rare violence (ainsi qu'avec une masse), je frappe ce mur de l'ombre.
 
En même temps, dans mon cœur, j'assène aussi des coups de prière contre les murs de ma vie, ses injustices, souffrances récurrentes et autres misères. Je refuse le fatalisme, de faire avec!
 
 
Une demi-heure plus tard :
Le mur : à peine une égratignure...
Moi : abattu!!
 
 
Prières ratées?!?
Ça ressemble à certaines de mes prières de longue date toujours pas réalisées... 
En même temps : pourquoi à l'église, c'est toujours les mêmes personnes qui s'avancent pour demander la guérison ? Est-ce que ça ne marche pas pour eux ?
 
Je frappe et bute sur mes raisonnements...
 
 
Petit, mais puissant
En observant la nature. j'ai appris ceci :
une petite chose,
répétée avec fidélité,
devient grande. 
C'est avec la persévérance qu'on perse.
Qui perce verra...
J'applique déjà cela à mes disciplines artistiques,
alors pourquoi pas à un mur ?
 
 
La victoire mentale
Surtout motivé à combattre les murs de ma vie, je résolus d'une heure par jour pour accomplir ce travail à la masse (dans tous les sens du terme !) 
Car pour abattre un mur dans le monde réel, il faut d'abord l'abattre dans sa tête.
Plus que les muscles, il faut y croire !!! C'est la foi qui est votre force.
 
Néanmoins mes efforts semblent ridicules....
 
 
 

 
 
Le coup de grâce 
Au bout quelques jours,
Je réussis enfin à trouer le mur!
 
C'est étrange, avant qu'un morceau de mur cède, le son de l'impact change...
Question :
Est-ce à dire que les centaines de coups précédents étaient nuls ?
 
Mmm... Je pense que tous comptent
Aucune prière n'est sans effet...
 
Le plan B
Ce petit trou, quel encouragement...! 
Mais bon, il faut avouer que ce n'est pas grand chose :
 
- "Râââ !! Help-moi Seigneur!"
 
Une voix me répond derrière-moi:
 
- " Pas comme ça, mon gaillard !"
 
Je me retournai, étonné d'être nez à nez avec Aberwarumnichteinkartopfel (c pas son vrai nom !) un pote, qui d'habitude, ne sort jamais en raison d'une maladie des os : s'il tombe, il se casse en morceaux (et plus facilement que mon mur !!!)
 
- "Creuse dessous, qu'il me dit,tu gagneras du temps !"
 
Puis, il partit.
 
 Moi:
- "Creuse dessous !?"
Qu'est c'k...?! Quelle idée...(?)
Ce n'est pas du tout mon plan...! 
 
Je continue à frapper...
 
Mais le bruit n'arrive pas à couvrir mes pensées :
" Et si c'était Dieu qui me parlait à travers Aberwarumnichteinkartopfel ?"
 
 
 
Plus fort que la prière!
Finalement, je creusai dessous, attachai une corde du mur à ma voiture, mis les gaz à fond et très vite, fis basculer le mur !!! (Fallait faire vite, car sinon le mur écrasait la voiture !)
 
BOUM!!!
Le mur se fracassa au sol, l'impact fut si fort qu'il fit sursauter ma petite famille assise dans le salon. Aussitôt, tel le plus beau des tableaux vivants, elle accourut dans l'encadrement de la fenêtre.
Leur original de papa avait enfin réussi!
 
Je compris une chose capitale, 
Il y a plus fort que la prière :
écouter Dieu!
 
Plus fort que la persévérance : 
la grâce.
 
 
Le mur abattu, je pris encore plusieurs jours pour enlever à la sueur (et à la pelle) la mauvaise terre pour la remplacer par de la bonne.
Une fois terminée, je regardai mon œuvre, pris une poignée de graines de tournesol toutes pareilles et les plantai tout autour de mon atelier. Celles qui germèrent à l'endroit du mur absent devinrent de véritables fleurs géantes ! (J'en ai jamais vu d'autant grandes !) qui me réjouissent, ainsi que tous les passants...
Les mûres qui poussèrent à cet endroit, produisirent une récolte exceptionnelle pour la plus grande joie de ceux qui s'arrêtèrent à ma table !
 
 
Face à vos bons défis, tenez bon, car le bienfait qui en résulte est tellement plus grand que l'épreuve qu'elle demande.
 
Mon mur physique n'est plus,mais mes murs invisibles sont toujours là...
Je continue de prier (et d'écouter...) et deviens chaque jour plus fort. Certains murs se fissurent, mais d'autres semblent invincibles... Mais je crois que mon Dieu est plus grand,
et même si c'est dur, je continue...
 
 
« Ceux qui sèment avec larmes
Moissonneront avec des chants d'allégresse ». Psaume 126.v 5
 
Quel que soit ton mur à abattre,
tiens bon toi aussi !
Un jour, il tombera!
 
 
Dimanche, je serai à Lausanne:
http://www.auderset.com//nouveautes/en-impro-culte-one-man-show-a-lausanne/
 
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=74c08h_cCcs&feature=youtu.be[/youtube]
 
[:en]

The wall of evil

In my garden there’s an old wall that’s over 6 feet high, which is really, I mean really ugly!!!

(because it gets between the little flowers and the sun!!!)

The sledgehammer of prayer

I decided to take it down with my own hands (I am the defender of little flowers). With a fury that is unusual for me (with a little help from a sledgehammer)

I struck a blow against this shadowy wall.

 

At the same time, in my heart,

I rained prayer upon prayer against the walls present in my own life, its injustices, recurrent struggles and other adversities.

I refuse to just sit there and take it!

 

Half an hour later:

The wall: bearing hardly a scratch…

Me: down and out!!

 

Are my prayers not working?!?

It’s a bit like some of my long-term prayer requests; I’m still waiting for them to be granted…

also:

In church, why is it always the same people who come forward to ask for healing (?!?) Is it because it hasn’t actually worked for them before?

 

My line of reasoning runs me up against a dead end…

 

Small, but powerful

My observations of the natural world have taught me one thing.

Something small,

Done faithfully, over and over again,

Becomes big.

Perseverance will enable us to break through.

I apply this principle to my art,

So why don’t I apply it to a wall?




The battle is won in the head

Driven above all by my motivation to break down the walls in my own life,

I decided that I would spend one hour each day hammering out a solution 

Because to break down a wall in the outside world,

You must first break it down in your head.

More than mere muscles, you need to believe it’s possible!!!

Your strength is found in faith.

 

Even so, my efforts seemed pitiful ….

 



 

The coup de grâce

After a couple of days,

I finally managed to put a hole through the wall!

 

It was weird, just before that section of the wall gave way,

the sound of the sledgehammer impact against it changed…

My question is:

Does that mean that the hundreds of blows that rained down upon it before that point accomplished nothing at all?

 

Mmm…

I think that they all counted for something

No prayer is ineffective…



 

Plan B

I was really encouraged by this little hole…!

At the same time, I had to admit that there was still a long way to go:
- ‘Ahhh!! help me Lord!’

A voice behind me says:
- ‘that’s not the way to do it, buddy!’

I turned round, and to my great surprise, standing before me was Whoetallthegritz (that’s not his real name, by the way!) a friend who hardly ever gets out of the house because he suffers from a bone condition – if he fell, he’d break into little pieces (certainly more easily than my wall would!!)

- ‘dig beneath it,’

He said,
- ‘it’ll save you a lot of time!’

Then he left.

Me:
- ‘dig beneath it!’

Whaa …?! What sort of idea is that…(?)

That wasn’t what I’d been planning to do at all…!

 

I kept on hammering against the wall …

 

But the noise couldn’t drown out my thoughts:

‘What if God was talking to me through Whoetallthegritz?’

 

Something even stronger than prayer!

In the end, I started to dig beneath the wall,

attached one end of a rope to the wall, the other to my car and stepped on the gas. The wall collapsed almost immediately!!!

(I had to step on the gas, otherwise the wall would have fallen on the car!)



BLAMM!!!

The wall came crashing down with such force that it startled my little family, who were sitting in the living room. Immediately, like the most beautiful freeze-frame shot imaginable, they all ran into view, framed in the window

Their ever-so slightly unconventional pop had finally come up with the goods!

 

It was then that I understood something very important,

There is something even stronger than prayer:

Listening to God!

 

Something stronger than perseverance:

grace.

 

 Once the wall had fallen, it took me another couple of days of sweat (and shovel-work) to get rid of

The old soil and replace it with good, new soil.



Once it was all finished, I looked at my handiwork,

Took a handful of identical sunflower seeds and planted them outside my studio. The flowers that sprung up where the wall had been were absolutely massive!!! (I’ve never seen ones that big before!)  It did me, and all the passers-by, good just to look at them…

The blackberries growing on the same spot produce a bumper crop

To the delight of all those who came to dine with us!

 

When confronted with positive challenges,

Stick at it, because what you will gain from it will be much greater than the

Initial effort that it required of you.

 

This wall has gone,

But my invisible walls are still there…

I continue to pray (and listen…)

And every day I get stronger.

Some walls start to crack, but others seem unshakeable…

But I believe that my God is greater still,

And even if it’s hard, I keep going…

 

‘Those who sow with tears

Will reap with songs of joy’. Psalm 126.v 5

 

Whatever wall you may have to break down,

Stick at it,

And one day, it will fall!

  

 

Alain

 

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