held

Oh yes.  You need a Savior. Just like the character in my little drawings. Recognizing the limits of his own righteousness, he is at a moment of decision.

His mask cast aside, he strides into the arms of his waiting Lord. His rags burning away, replaced by the infinite superiority of Christ’s righteousness.

Beware false saviors. Too often we run into the arms of the worldly solutions to our problems, these will just make life worse.

How about a couple of videos/songs to express my feelings about this?

stitch

I did some marker art for one of my girls back in the day.

I love Stitch.

As an agent of chaos, he’s one of the best.  A former coworker compared me to Stitch once after I knocked over a pallet of charcoal and it crashed to the floor. What a mess.

Fun.

zombie study

 

Zombies, a little dudes head, and a beast i saw in the carpet at the ER.

The beast had a zebra-like head, but definitely a feline torso and front paws. The hindquarters degenerated into chaotic weirdness, especially when I drew the flames on it.

Don’t ask me why it’s on fire, it’s just what I saw.

My zombie tract is coming along. I’m scripting it right now. Great idea Dave. It’s coming together nicely. It definitely puts a new twist on seeing ‘dead people’.

 

palm tree

More details from the ER. Took a moment to focus on a palm outside.

The hospital is a great place to just sit and pray for people too.  Challenge yourself to do that the next time you are there, and it really helps the hours go by.

 

 

waiting room again

Thank God for the waiting room at the ER. It seems to be the only time I get to draw anymore…

We thought my youngest might have had pneumonia, but the chest xray ruled that out. He just has the asthmatic ickies. Pook kid.

Yeah, it’s pretty mundane, but it gives me an excuse to work on my perspective skills.

legacy

I visited my local Barnes & Noble this weekend.  Honestly, I need more books like my girls need more stuffed animals… NO!

I am learning to say no to frivolous spending, but then I saw it. A new book from Robert Jordan.  This is quite a feat because Mr. Jordan died a few years ago.

When he died, I was on his 10th book of his ‘Wheel of Time’ series, I decided to set them aside… and in my mourning I purchased the last one without ever reading it.

Another dude co-authored it. Probably a fantasy lover and ‘Wheel of Time’ series nerd like me. So anyway, I am excited, but I am definitely reading them again from the beginning.

I love his stories, but there are just too many characters to keep track of in my opinion. A dude that was just a cardboard character in the first few books, just referred to in conversation by the 3 main characters turns out to be more of a secondary if not primary character later on.  That drives me nuts. Yeah, i know, I’m just jealous.

So, that got me thinking. What do I have left to do before I die?  I’m sure Robert Jordan wanted to complete his series before he kicked the proverbial bucket, but he never got to. How sad.

I used to have a big list that I would stress out about, but I gave that list over to the Lord. Now, I have asked Him to guide me in what is really important.  People are more important than any personal expression of creativity.

I still have the burden to write and draw, I now have a peace in terms of time. I’m not here to build my kingdom, but His.

 

zombies

People love zombie movies.  Ever since the black and white ‘Dawn of the Dead’ debuted back in the ’60’s, this genre has just spread.  I will confess that I have watched my share of these movies over the years. One of the most chilling in my opinion was 28 Days Later. I actually loved the direct tie to a government lab that was testing a bioweapon called ‘rage’ on some animals. These well-intentioned tree-huggers release the animals, unleashing this plague on England.

Well, it’s a good thing that these are just movies right?  No zombies walking around that we have to avoid being infected by?

The horrid truth is that it is too late for you.  You were born infected. So was I.  We walk around dying everyday. Our spirit is a gaping black hole, and we wander about for things to fill it. We choose drugs, booze, music, sex, movies, work… you name it.  And usually we avoid the one thing that can cure us… The Cross.

For those of us who have been given spiritual life, we walk around, day after day, surrounded by the living dead.  What are you going to do about it?  You look just like them, you could just blend in and be safe.  Or you might try to spread the cure that they so desperately need.

You should speak up. They may thank you for your courage someday.

flip it

And now for more doodles that are poorly oriented to our gravity.

This is the kind of art that I would show the kids in the psych hospitals and say “how many animals can you find in this picture?” And their answers were astounding.

heavenly man

I finished a really good book today. It is a biography called ‘Heavenly Man’. It is an account about one man’s experiences as a witness of Christ in Communist China.  He spent years in prison, mistreated. The book convicted me beyond belief.

It pointed out the disconnect between the posh ‘western’ churches, and those churches where persecution is present.  We here in America better wake up.  Before we know it, it will be against the law to speak out and have a conservative or Biblically oriented opinion about anything.

Hence the green ink doodle of my chameleon alien guy.  He blends in with his environment to keep himself safe.  He will be in trouble when his environs change and suddenly aren’t worth hiding in anymore. 

Much like our churches.  Let’s hide in our churches and just pray everything changes… or, we can actually step out – fulfill the great commission and make a difference, empowered by the Holy Spirit Himself.

 

outrage

So I get the priviledge to read about an Army psychiatrist who gunned down his own brothers in arms today.  I don’t understand why or even how this could happen.

Who did the psych evaluation on this psychiatrist?  Was he upset about his upcoming deployment to Iraq?

Listen up loser.  You shot the wrong people.  How bloody selfish.  How despicable.  Your calling was to help people. What a stupid shame.

Our country was founded on the backs and blood of those who fought for the freedoms that we enjoy, and then something like this happens. 

Let’s pray: 

“Dear Lord, please comfort the families of these people, even the family of the shooter. Father, I ask that you would heal their hurts, that you would hold them in your arms, that you would provide answers where there are none. I want to lift up the units that have been touched by this tragedy, and I pray for the system and that you would aid the Army to raise up solutions so that this kind of thing could not happen again.  I pray for your perfect and sovereign will in this situation Lord. Please heal our land, and we pray for Iraq as well, and for your healing word to go forth and bring that nation unto Yourself. In Jesus name. Amen”