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If you get offended easily when questioning Christianity...please don't read this:
First of all..here is a Good Friday joke for you. (I know, bad...I know.)
Was Judas the Fall Guy? No, Lee Majors was.
Secondly...Duane, that is the bread we are eating for dinner tonight.
I'm a Christian, but I always like to question the ideals of religion. (I consider myself 1/4 Buddhist) I have always felt very badly for Judas. I mean, you needed Judas! Jesus knew it. I know the arguments about free will and all that. So what if Judas said, you know what? He's my bud, I'm not gonna turn him in. Does God rally up another fallguy? This was always part of the plan, free will had nothing to do with it. They were all in on it. So to speak.
Any way you look at it, the subject of Judas, whether you believe that Jesus was the Son of God or not, is a fascinating subject.
E.J. Dionne Jr. ["A New Twist on Judas," op- ed, April 14] said, "It can be argued that by betraying Jesus, Judas set salvation in motion." He also said that reconsidering Judas "might be consistent with the [Easter] season's message of salvation and redemption." Those ideas may be in keeping with our culture's "feel-good" approach to life, but they hardly are in tune with the Bible.
From the UK Independent...which is a GREAT article by the way:
Scholars have, however, been questioning his role, and asking why the Church for centuries laid such stress on it. That role has actually always been ambiguous, if only because the Gospels insist that Jesus knew that one of his apostles would betray him, "that the scriptures might be fulfilled" . If so, then Judas may be seen almost as a scapegoat, the man forced by destiny to play this part. One may ask why it was necessary that one of the apostles should betray him since Christ's arrest, trial, crucifixion and resurrection could, one assume, have taken place without any act of treachery. Was Judas, one wonders, necessary to the authors of the Gospels principally for dramatic effect?
www.independent.co.uk/news/uk/this-britain/in-defence-of-...
and since I've been listening to it on my IPod all day, Judas and Jesus excerpt form The Last Supper, Jesus Christ Superstar:
Judas
Cut out the dramatics! You know very well who -
Jesus
Why don't you go do it?
Judas
You want me to do it!
Jesus
Hurry they are waiting
Judas
If you knew why I do it . . .
Jesus
I don't care why you do it!
Judas
To think I admired you
For now I despise you
Jesus
You liar - you Judas
Judas
You wanted me to do it!
What if I just stayed here
And ruined your ambition?
Christ you deserve it!
Jesus
Hurry you fool, hurry and go,
Save me your speeches
I don't want to know - Go! Go!
After watching Exit Through The Gift Shop I came out of that experience questioning what is design? What is art? What is right? What is wrong? Are there rules? What makes a great artist? What makes a great piece of art? What makes a bad piece of art? Is the technique important? Is the idea important? What makes a bad artist? When is something finished? When is something unfinished?
The piece above is literally a line drawing of a scan of a photo of Mr. Oizo. I was actually going to do something else with this piece but then I start asking myself if it looked good as it is? What about it made me like it the way it is? If I where to put this on to a t shirt? Would it sell? What if I was to use this for street art?
The thing is when it comes to it... I have no idea. Maybe I should experiment with this image alone? Maybe I should do as many things with this as I can? Or could I be reading too much into this whole thing?
You know... one thing I have learned in my walk of faith is... when the Lord directs you to do something, obey, without analyzing, doubting, questioning, giving conflicting advice to yourself, etc... I mean, if you KNOW that you KNOW that you KNOW what you are to do, do it with all your heart- even if the world will think you are crazy.
I do it often, my husband just mentioned this observation yesterday as I relayed to him what I was up to. I want to be so sensitive to God's voice that I do and know that I have to do it and go- point blank. I have asked the God to help me have a childlike faith, and I think this is one area He has often challenged me to do just that. Trust and faith.
So, a year ago I had a feeling to do something. I did ask God, "um, is that Your voice, or me just imagining it?" I asked for confirmation for the task I felt that I needed to accomplish. Not for doubt, but to secure the purpose in my brain. He knows me, and He knows that I do not want to do something in His name that is not of Him; and I sure hate messing up. So... He gave me confirmation.
What was it, you may be asking? What was it that He put on my heart about a year ago, that I am JUST getting to? sigh...
I have two actors on my heart. Yup. I have been praying and interceding for them. One is an old classic movie actress, and the other is a young comedic sort. Either way, they have become a constant, pressing topic of prayer for me. And, I felt almost a year ago to make a card for the elderly actress and send it to her. Hm.
Now, yes, you may think I am crazy, but... I would remind you, what am I really losing by trying? I could effect positive change for Jesus by simply obeying His voice. I don't know the lives of others. I do not know what my simple act can accomplish. I DO know that I will receive "WHY would you do that?" in very dubious and critical tones. Already have (from someone other than my husband, just to be clear). But, I WILL obey my Jesus. I will practice obedience in the small things, so I can be faithful to obey in the big.
So, here it is. Almost a year later after asking God to give me inspiration for a card, as... if the desire came from Him, I sure wanted the whole subject to continue under Him and not be directed by my hand. This is HIS deal. I am just an instrument. The other day, the idea just flowed from my hands, and when it was complete, I knew it is for her.
I Googled the lead I had to an address for her. As you must know that lots of lies are spread on the internet, and I wanted to be careful to have what I thought would be the REAL thing. So...I believe I have found the address, and just sent it out this morning.
May God heal her heart from sin's ravaging and pain. May He save her heart and bring her rest in His presence. May He do so also with you, dear one.
I hope you will pray for ANYONE that God puts on your heart. You just never know how He will use those very words from your heart. He knows who needs someone to intercede. He knows the details, I am just an itty-bitty part of His grand plan. Help me pray for this card to reach her and touch her heart. Won't you?
Blessings...
I kinda hate this picture. To be honest I have been questioning this project as of late, and really I just started. I was afraid when I started this project one of two things was going to happen. I thought either I was going to take a picture in front of my bathroom mirror all the time, or I would take pictures at work every day. The latter seems to be what is happening.
I hate that my job is such a significant part of me life. I do define myself by my job, but recently it has been ALL I do. Somewhere along the lines I gave up on most of my hobbies, pushed away most of my family and friends and kinda locked myself away from the world. Part of the reason I am doing this project is so I can remember this year. For the last few years I have been working so much and so long I lost track, and I hate that.
I am going to try my best to stop doing work pictures, in part because I don't like taking too many pictures at work, and because I want my life to be more than that.
questioning the difference between man and machine
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Metal Heart design for Pilobolus
Graphic identity and promotional materials for AUTOMATON, a dance program choreographed by Sidi Larbi Cherkaoui in collaboration with the renowned performing arts studio, PILOBOLUS.
Client: Pilobolus
Role: Art direction, design, design production
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LYr7terQ9-M
www.newyorker.com/culture/culture-desk/pilobolus-more-tha...
My latest video was questioning the importance of the technical side of photography. But I was taking some images as well. Check out the video at youtu.be/NmDkdJbXZAg
Orange tree with some nice fruit on in a grove in my local village of Las Heredades
Ink and inkwash on paper
Ira Glass:
"They tasted OK, he says, but they didn't have the right snap when you bit into them. And even worse, the color was wrong. The hot dogs were all pink instead of bright red. So they tried to figure out what was wrong. The ingredients were all the same. The spices were all the same. The process was all the same. Maybe it was the temperature in the smoke house? Maybe the water on the north side of Chicago wasn't the same as the water on the south side? They searched, they searched for a year and a half. Nothing checked out."
I loved this short story that I heard on the radio program: This American Life from July 2003. The title of the episode is
"Call in Colonel Mustard For Questioning." It reminds me of a character I have created, except this guy is the real thing, so I felt I had to draw this story. I once thought sending it to TAL as a completed pamphlet but alas it has sat in my file drawer so here it is. Text is transcripts from TAL's website.
today... was a hell of a flipping day. after last night, and after that stranger left that comment, i was... confused, to say the least. i don't know who it was, and i am not angry, but whoever wrote the comment yesterday knew exactly how to cut right down to my soul.
i started questioning my decision. i started reweighing the options. i considered kcatherine, my friends, what life would be like here, how long it would take to pay off my loans. i considered leaving all that, how i could make home good, what i could do if i payed those loans off. caroline and i literally spent all day talking, thank god for her. i weighed every option i could think of. she said some things that were dead on, and things people haven't so much said to me before. about how i'm obviously afraid of commitment; about how this idea that i can make myself on my own, without relying on other people to make me happy, is twisted. it kind of is, and i'm not sure how i got this way. we even got down to the core idea that, deep, deep down, i dislike the rules of society here, and i've got this intense desire to go off on my own to be surrounded my nature. and the reason that comment yesterday was so perfectly placed, and so perfectly sharp, was because i want so badly not to be alone, but to do that with someone, and share it, and i just think... i can't. i have to choose between living life the way i want to, and living life with other people in it. i have always been this intensely conflicted person for that reason, if nothing else. i wasn't sure where i stood.
and then i talked to monica. monica said a lot of very true, painful things. i hurt monica. and, not to lump her in with everyone else, but she reminded me of a handful of people i've hurt. and i'm still hurting people. kcatherine. caroline. pacho, teri. i felt tonight like the only thing i was good at was hurting people. and running away.
i called heather. i also called nick & missy, but heather called me back first. i had to fill her in on all that's happened since i got to california – my apartment search & the lack of an immediate emotional fix, the car accident, kcatherine, monica, my other friends & caroline... and she helped me. she reminded me that at every point, whether i ended up hurting someone or not, i did my best. i've honestly been doing my best, this entire past year, and right now. i feel so horrible hurting these people that i care so much about, but i didn't do anything wrong, and i'm being honest and trying the best i can to figure myself out, and figure out what's best for me.
she said that i should weigh all my options, and i have. she asked why i wanted california so badly, and i knew it was because of the people here that i care about. she said, in that case, that if i can find a way to stay in california that's comparable to the benefits i'd get from living at home, i should stay in california. my one comparable option is living in caroline's studio, and letting her pay the full rent, and... i think she understands why, but i just can't do that.
and so monica and i talked. she's hurt and angry at me, but we'll be friends again. i sorted through all my feelings for friends and love, and realized that love & friends is the reason to stay – and i can't stay just for that. i can't live a life for them, no matter how much i love them.
so in the end, at the end of this incredibly long and emotional day, i feel fragile, exhausted from crying, and hurt. but i think i've thought through this as much as i can right now, and i think going home is the right decision. i think everyone knows that i don't mean to hurt them, and i think everyone will understand that i'm just trying to do what's best for me. it's just really... hard.
"This one's tricky. You have to use imaginary numbers, like eleventeen ..." ---From Calvin & Hobbes
If only they let them use 'eleventeen' in school. J, our youngest, is a smart. A clever (scheming), inquisitive (questioning), dreamy (distracted), excited (physical), curious and beautiful boy.
At school, it seems, he is a problem; he doesn't listen well enough, gets distracted easily, forgets instructions, ignores discipline, goofs off, leads other kids astray and/or is easily led astray. Basically, my beautiful boy is being evaluated. I'm nervous, feeling intimidated by the school 'system' and yet I know that he isn't thriving, isn't learning much and is beginning to feel like he's bad. And God forbid - stupid.
Thursday we meet with the school to 'problem solve.' They have been more than kind and generous with time and energy. But still, you know I can't help but thinking he's one of 340 kids to you, but he's my baby!
When J was 18 months we were watching family videos of the other two kids. All of a sudden it struck me that at the same age, the other two were talking in full sentences and I started to keep track of how many words he had. Over a short time, I discovered it was less than ten. We're fortunate to have Health Insurance, and had a great policy . J was evaluated and spent the next three years in weekly Speech Therapy and was then funneled into a special preschool program for language development. We have gotten so much incredible help!
He was evaluated and diagnosed with a language issue called Apraxia of speech which is a speech disorder in which a person has trouble saying what he or she wants to say correctly and consistently. Children with developmental apraxia of speech generally can understand language much better than they are able to use language to express themselves. [Cognitively J always tested high. He's smart]
But I was just reading again that some children with the disorder may also have other problems. These can include difficulty in clearly organizing spoken information; problems with reading, writing, spelling, or math; coordination or "motor-skill" problems.
When Jacob was two and three I wondered if he would ever speak 'normally', if he would ever mainstream into school. His therapist said likely his teachers would not even be able to tell. He takes Speech Therapy at school. But I just wonder how well he is understood and how much of his frustrations are caused by lingering issues related to his speech development?
The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existence. - Albert Einstein
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Exploring East China Yangcheng Lake and Xianju
Original photo credit: Image by Gundula Vogel from Pixabay
Some people were really cool, curious, appreciative, like this kid unknowingly questioning the Sutton.
Let's talk for a moment about the Sutton. What a smart, talented, intelligent guy. The delicacy and care with which goes about contructing these giant installations (with his clever friends) shows in the way he talks about them and in the way he is injured when they are vandalized or disrespected. Quality guy. I like to hear him talk. Like him. Though I wish I knew him better, I do think it's safe now to deem him Worthy of Friendship with a guy like my man Ben B (who, most impressively, managed to emerge from our high school and sheltered town and a religious upbringing like mine there with his integrity, questioning mind, and sense of humor intact.)
Respect.
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Thank you!
Much of the time Appu has a questioning look on his face. Or so I would like to believe.
The title is a nod to Abigail Tucker's excellent book, "The Lion in the Living Room: How House Cats Tamed Us and Took Over the World". It explained to me how and why this goofy cat has stolen my heart.
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