Art, God, Life, Writing

An All Consuming Fire

Question: Do you truly believe what you say you truly believe?

Throughout my life at different times I have thought of Jesus as –

  • a baby in a manger surrounded by a bunch of animals
  • a historical figure who was killed some 2000 years ago
  • a vague and confusing idea of what might be ahead after this life
  • an idea that represents the good in people and society
  • a god(?) uninterested in the day-to-day lives of human beings

But as I’ve aged and traversed my own journey through life encountering the joys and the sorrows,  I have come to realize that when I surrender to God and allow Him to lead and guide me, He is so much more than I have ever dreamed of.  A friend and father that shows himself to me anew in a hundred different ways each day; my source of strength and comfort in the black, cold and stillness of night.  My purpose, my power, my potential in this world and hope in the next.  I am never truly alone as He loves me and cares for me in each and every moment , in the right here and right now.

He is real and alive now, He is God.

  He is all I have, all I am and all I can be.

He is in the east and the west, the north and the south, 
the day and the night, the black and the white!

Art, God

Dun Che Lao Ren

Christmas Old Man”

"Dun Che Lao Ren" is Chinese for "Christmas Old Man."   Crayon and ink wash drawing, 8x11 inches, border added using PicMonkey.Dun Che Lao Ren” is Chinese for “Christmas Old Man,” and how Christian children in China refer to Santa Claus.  Muslin stockings are specially made and hung by the children on Christmas Eve, hoping they will be filled with wonderful gifts on Christmas!

Crayon and ink wash drawing, 8×11 inches, border added using PicMonkey.

Animals, Art, God, Writing

The Hope of Things Unseen?

A preliminary black and white drawing, Mark Schutter ©2010.
The mane  morphs into an angel hovering just above the horse who seems unaware. Is this so often how we live our lives, unaware of the spiritual realm that hovers all around us?

What is faith, the hope of things unseen?

Events happen throughout our lives, hard times come with often no end in sight.  Loved ones die and there is no response from beyond the veil only silence.  The undiscovered beckons silently with an eternal hope, but no confirmation of what may come. Do we silently maintain faith with an expectation of the glorious promises of what may come?

Surrounded by angels and the eternal we live our lives unaware.

Hold steadfast believing that something glorious this way comes!
God Bless! ~M