softened for him

 

This is me, caught in the act of running away.
Scared to death,
wanting nothing to do with THAT MAN.     

Inspite of my actions,
digging in my heels and saying: "NO, I DON'T WANT ANY PART OF THAT, "













 --------- he STILL BREAKS into my awareness.

Me, typing a conversation, thinking about the wonderful progress I am enjoying.

While in the back of my mind, I am fearing my hospital appointment today, having my ankle numbed and an infected wound scraped away.

Then HE startles me and I come undone.

The Jesus Wind reminds me: "he has my back, he's here for me today, it's going to be okay."

Tears fall, the defenses drop, I cry,
he comforts and quiets my concerns, softened for him. 

THAT MAN faced hostility under the cover of night,

took the rage and the hatred and the cruel punishment,

was humiliated and killed,

before writing a whole new chapter for his disciples in time and space.

He doesn't stop,
he pursues and wins me over.

(Artwork)
The Disciple That Fled
by Karl Marxhausen, 1999,
Litho Crayon and Ink on paper, 13.5 x 16.25 inches




Reprint from March 25, 2015 
After a whole year of treatments, my ankle wounds were completely healed on January 26, 2016. Blessed be the name of Jesus.


 

vast near

let me tell you something    

materials joined 
by nylon line



plastic molecules

 wire molecules

paint molecules

  burlap molecules

 

vibrating particles

are held
as 

plastic,
as 
wire,
as 
paint,

as 
burlap

by his voice

our class is handling lemteyoso. fingers stitching, 
both eyes focused, working towards, finding, 
and being found.

not to be taken lightly
      the making of worlds, 

 
for dancing particles are fed by
the power of his voice,
      he stopped all sin by himself,
      and got rid of death by himself
      he was executed for our need to be evil
      his heartbeat stopped 
      dead

he obeys his own rules
gravity, cell division, physics, mathematics

he turns my heart
he kisses my tears
he breathes his life into my nostrils
to be his

thank you JESUS   











 

lemteyoso
let me tell you something

Above is a picture of me running away when the cops arrested Jesus. (double click image) As a disciple, I decided I wanted nothing to do with him.

 

grease crayon drawings by karl marxhusen

brent morris showed it this way, CLICK next video.
 

   "At a Good Friday worship service, the artist created a 3.5 ft. x 6 ft. original participatory painting, titled "He Saw You" in just 35 minutes. This time lapse video captures the event in just over 2 minutes. Around 235 people became contributing artists that evening by placing their fingerprint on the painting, creating the crowd at the crucifixion."

To see more of Brent Morris' work, visit www.brentamorris.com or http://www.brentamorris.com/#!gallery

After Jesus died and rose from the dead, I asked him to come into my heart. He continues to "bring me to my senses" and love me.

                                                                            KM