Express without words “For as we have many members in one body, and all members have not the same office: So we, being many, are one body in Christ, and every one members one of another.” (Romans 12:4-5, KJVA)
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Express without words “For as we have many members in one body, and all members have not the same office: So we, being many, are one body in Christ, and every one members one of another.” (Romans 12:4-5, KJVA)

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Express without words “For as we have many members in one body, and all members have not the same office: So we, being many, are one body in Christ, and every one members one of another.” (Romans 12:4-5, KJVA)
Inside an informal church in London. Wing Sun's father has been invited to attend with his counterpart from the office. He doesn't have anything else to do on Sunday morning, so he goes along. we are standing in the back of the room. There are many people of different ethnicities, the Pastor is standing up front alongside a worship leader with a guitar, and a young black woman, facing the audience. The atmosphere is warm and welcoming, but Wing Sun's father feels a little uncomfortable.
Now, we’ll all have our time on the rapid And we may end together, alone, going ‘round and about in an eddy bruised and broken and soaked to the bone. But the eddy keeps silent the wild current’s call alongside those now grateful captains and all we are given reprieve from a death at the fall as we move to and fro’ in the spin. We stand safe, as the spin takes us in.
This day, though, I hiked another autumn wood. Eastern Europe ancient; overgrown. So thick the view was dark at just a few feet off the path. All red and yellow; orange and brown, a million trees, each one in blazing preparation for long, frozen winter. I cannot but recall my friend’s words, lasting long, though he did not, and the instant truth that follows. Looking upward at the fiery canopy, matched against the bright cerulean sky beyond, I embrace autumn! Winter surely comes one day, but spring beyond. I have a winter to prepare for, but it is not yet.
The explorers. Explorers explore a wonderful two faced world one world is morning at beautiful and night at very dangerous zombies and skeleton goblin creatures etc. Another world is hell. No day night cycle. Many Monsters in live it. Heros explore this two faced world
First century Jerusalem at the "gate beautiful" to the temple grounds. Peter and John were going up to the temple at the hour of prayer, the ninth hour. And a man lame from birth was being carried, whom they laid daily at the gate of the temple that is called the Beautiful Gate to ask alms of those entering the temple. Seeing Peter and John about to go into the temple, he asked to receive alms. And Peter directed his gaze at him, as did John, and said, “Look at us.” And he fixed his attention on them, expecting to receive something from them. But Peter said, “I have no silver and gold, but what I do have I give to you. In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, rise up and walk!” And he took him by the right hand and raised him up, and immediately his feet and ankles were made strong.
In days to come I stood amazed, walking through that forest, at the blazing symphony of color it brought forth, seemingly just for me. I grew to love my friend’s words in a new way, through the astounding beauty of the spectacle he knew was coming when he said them. I was young then, and didn’t know I had many autumns ahead of me.
An outdoor scene on a street in town. A White Mom and African-American Dad with their two kids are sitting on a sidewalk bench. The mood is warm and safe. The kids have ice cream cones. Mom and Dad are talking.
Ancient Jerusalem scene during the feast of passover. Pilgrims have gathered inside the gate, preparing for departure back home. Looking from inside the city toward the road that goes back to home, work, and ordinary life.
Now, we’ll all have our time on the rapid And we may end together, alone, going ‘round and about in an eddy bruised and broken and soaked to the bone. But the eddy keeps silent the wild current’s call alongside those now grateful captains and all we are given reprieve from a death at the fall as we move to and fro’ in the spin. We stand safe, as the spin takes us in.
First century Palestine. Jesus sits on a rock on a hillside teaching a large group of His disciples. The Sermon on the Mount. Jesus wears a plain robe like most ordinary men. Jesus' face is kind, but intense, as He teaches. The other people are mostly peasants, farmers, and tradesmen. There are also women present, wearing plain, everyday clothing. Some couples have also brought their children. The Sea of Galilee shines in the far distance.
Express without words “And God said, Let the waters bring forth abundantly the moving creature that hath life, and fowl that may fly above the earth in the open firmament of heaven.” (Genesis 1:20, KJV)
An outdoor scene in at the beach. A White Mom and African-American Dad walk away from the camera with their two kids, all holding hands. The mood is warm and safe. The sun is setting in the distance. Everyone is wearing beach-style clothes, not bathing suits. It's a pretty happy family.
Wing Sun is a 10 year old Malaysian boy. We see him from the back as he stands, looking down the street in the evening. The scent of mooncakes and burning lantern oil fills the air in the street in Petaling Jaya where Wing Sun lives. Everything is aglow with the soft light of lanterns, their colors reflected in the puddles left by the afternoon rain. At least 6 vendors have pulled their carts up onto the sidewalks on both sides of the street, selling moon pies and other special treats. Several of Wing-Sun's neighborhood friends, some younger than he and some a little older, were standing around in a circle, waiting for him to come outside.
I sat, long ago, on an Asian hill with a Shakya Mundi friend, and watched the autumn leaves fall down from high above, giants in the forest casting off their wakefulness, falling progressively into winter’s long, white sleep. “The important thing to know about trees” he said, “is that they are most beautiful in autumn; just before the winter snow. They live and grow through the entire year just for these brief moments of stunning beauty. We are like that.” He said, “but we have only one autumn, and a very long winter.”
So, you look at those captains and then at yourself and you wonder: “Why them, and not me?” As you paddle along in your pitiful state, a canoe you hope no one will see. But there’s just enough room for those trusted to you for safe passage, provisions, and tare. So, you keep to yourself, and you follow the shore, making passage for those in your care.
Foreground: Lady Liberty the lower center of the composition. She appears gaunt, exhausted, and emotionally hollowed out, with sunken cheeks and staring directly at the viewer. Theupper spikes of her crown have broken off, leaving jagged, broken bases. Tiny figures are falling from the rectangular viewing windows in the crown. Midground: Trump looms larger (30%), behind Lady Liberty. He grips the remaining outer crown spikes with both hands and pulls downward with all his might, trying to break the crown apart. His expression is cold, focused, and domineering. His hair is thinning, and his scalp is showing. He stares directly at the viewer while slightly tilting his head downward and his gaze upward, creating a looming, predator-like perspective. Background: Xi Jinping towers even larger behind Trump (30%). He is broader, calmer, and more physically solid than Trump, with a full face and thick dark hair. His hands grip Trump’s shoulders, and his fingers dig into them like claws, piercing the flesh. Xi’s posture is controlled ownership. He also stares directly at the viewer, leaning slightly forward with his gaze angled upward to intensify the towering perspective. Use exaggerated perspective so each figure stacks and enlarges upward. The atmosphere should feel oppressive, authoritarian, and on the verge of collapse.
Foreground: Lady Liberty the lower center of the composition. She appears gaunt, exhausted, and emotionally hollowed out, with sunken cheeks and staring directly at the viewer. Theupper spikes of her crown have broken off, leaving jagged, broken bases. Tiny figures are falling from the rectangular viewing windows in the crown. Midground: Trump looms larger (30%), behind Lady Liberty. He grips the remaining outer crown spikes with both hands and pulls downward with all his might, trying to break the crown apart. His expression is cold, focused, and domineering. His hair is thinning, and his scalp is showing. He stares directly at the viewer while slightly tilting his head downward and his gaze upward, creating a looming, predator-like perspective. Background: Xi Jinping towers even larger behind Trump (30%). He is broader, calmer, and more physically solid than Trump, with a full face and thick dark hair. His hands grip Trump’s shoulders, and his fingers dig into them like claws, piercing the flesh. Xi’s posture is controlled ownership. He also stares directly at the viewer, leaning slightly forward with his gaze angled upward to intensify the towering perspective. Use exaggerated perspective so each figure stacks and enlarges upward. The atmosphere should feel oppressive, authoritarian, and on the verge of collapse.
Foreground: Lady Liberty the lower center of the composition. She appears gaunt, exhausted, and emotionally hollowed out, with sunken cheeks and staring directly at the viewer. Theupper spikes of her crown have broken off, leaving jagged, broken bases. Tiny figures are falling from the rectangular viewing windows in the crown. Midground: Trump looms larger (30%), behind Lady Liberty. He grips the remaining outer crown spikes with both hands and pulls downward with all his might, trying to break the crown apart. His expression is cold, focused, and domineering. His hair is thinning, and his scalp is showing. He stares directly at the viewer while slightly tilting his head downward and his gaze upward, creating a looming, predator-like perspective. Background: Xi Jinping towers even larger behind Trump (30%). He is broader, calmer, and more physically solid than Trump, with a full face and thick dark hair. His hands grip Trump’s shoulders, and his fingers dig into them like claws, piercing the flesh. Xi’s posture is controlled ownership. He also stares directly at the viewer, leaning slightly forward with his gaze angled upward to intensify the towering perspective. Use exaggerated perspective so each figure stacks and enlarges upward. The atmosphere should feel oppressive, authoritarian, and on the verge of collapse.
Foreground: Lady Liberty the lower center of the composition. She appears gaunt, exhausted, and emotionally hollowed out, with sunken cheeks and staring directly at the viewer. Theupper spikes of her crown have broken off, leaving jagged, broken bases. Tiny figures are falling from the rectangular viewing windows in the crown. Midground: Trump looms larger (30%), behind Lady Liberty. He grips the remaining outer crown spikes with both hands and pulls downward with all his might, trying to break the crown apart. His expression is cold, focused, and domineering. His hair is thinning, and his scalp is showing. He stares directly at the viewer while slightly tilting his head downward and his gaze upward, creating a looming, predator-like perspective. Background: Xi Jinping towers even larger behind Trump (30%). He is broader, calmer, and more physically solid than Trump, with a full face and thick dark hair. His hands grip Trump’s shoulders, and his fingers dig into them like claws, piercing the flesh. Xi’s posture is controlled ownership. He also stares directly at the viewer, leaning slightly forward with his gaze angled upward to intensify the towering perspective. Use exaggerated perspective so each figure stacks and enlarges upward. The atmosphere should feel oppressive, authoritarian, and on the verge of collapse.
Foreground: Lady Liberty the lower center of the composition. She appears gaunt, exhausted, and emotionally hollowed out, with sunken cheeks and staring directly at the viewer. Theupper spikes of her crown have broken off, leaving jagged, broken bases. Tiny figures are falling from the rectangular viewing windows in the crown. Midground: Trump looms larger (30%), behind Lady Liberty. He grips the remaining outer crown spikes with both hands and pulls downward with all his might, trying to break the crown apart. His expression is cold, focused, and domineering. His hair is thinning, and his scalp is showing. He stares directly at the viewer while slightly tilting his head downward and his gaze upward, creating a looming, predator-like perspective. Background: Xi Jinping towers even larger behind Trump (30%). He is broader, calmer, and more physically solid than Trump, with a full face and thick dark hair. His hands grip Trump’s shoulders, and his fingers dig into them like claws, piercing the flesh. Xi’s posture is controlled ownership. He also stares directly at the viewer, leaning slightly forward with his gaze angled upward to intensify the towering perspective. Use exaggerated perspective so each figure stacks and enlarges upward. The atmosphere should feel oppressive, authoritarian, and on the verge of collapse.
Now, those captains must learn what the river will do when it makes that great turn out of sight. How it dashes them up on the rocks of the shore How it spins to the left and the right. It beats them and breaks them and crushes their pride Leaves them dizzy and sick and all jumbled inside ‘til they’ve all but forgotten that glorious ride lying flat on their deck in the sun. There they lie, drying out in the sun. As you round the point where the river was bent and survey the great wideness ahead, you can see all those captains alone on their decks, beat and broken and very near dead. Then the current takes hold and there’s naught you can do as it drags you down into its maw. Headed straight for those rocks, you make ready to crash but at last, you rise up, roll and yaw. Going back and away, then forward again, fearing each time, the rocks will prevail! You’re trapped in a cycling, circling tide, in an eddy withstanding a gale. But each time you circle that great whirling tide and you’ve not hit the rocks or been thrown to the side and you’re kept from the falls, cascading and wide, for the eddy’s small mercy give praise. Give the merciful currents your praise!
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A wide-angle, epic and majestic fantasy-realism style illustration for ArtStyles, based on Psalm 92:3, capturing a grand, celestial-inspired musician at dawn. In a mystical, open-air temple balcony under a starry sky with the constellation Aquarius prominently visible as a shimmering water-bearer icon pouring water, a majestic figure with a flowing beard and blue and silver robes (symbolizing Aquarius and music) is seated. Before the figure are two elaborate instruments. One is a unique, gilded and carved wooden harp with a distinct triangular frame, which is explicitly and clearly shown with exactly ten distinct, visible, and countable strings stretched taut. The strings are glistening with cool, deep blue and golden light as the musician plucks them. Nearby, a beautiful, multi-stringed wooden psaltery (a trapezoidal zither-like instrument) sits on a stand, also being played by the other hand. As the musician plays, glowing streams of illuminated, cascading blue and indigo water, visualized as physical music, emanate directly from the vibrating strings of both the ten-string harp and the psaltery. This water-music does not fall as rain, but flows down and out in majestic, powerful, yet gentle streams, just like an outpour from an Aquarian vessel. The water-music pools into a crystal-clear basin below the instruments, and then cascades over a series of carved crystal steps, spreading out across the temple floor and into a valley, illustrating the sound going out. The "solemn sound" is visualized through the deep, rich colors of the flowing water and the light within it, and the steady, powerful, and calming nature of the flow. The atmosphere is solemn, peaceful, and epic. The surrounding architecture is ancient and detailed with astrological symbols of stars and flowing water. In the distant valley, a magnificent city and a winding river are touched by the flowing water-music. No text or labels are on screen. The lighting is early morning gold and blue. Detailed fabric textures and wood grain are visible.
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Out where the river runs wild and free and only the brave dare row; where the rapids are deep, and the challenge is fresh and it takes them where it means to go. With breakneck speed, grinning into the wind, standing straight on the bow of their craft, just a glimpse now and then of those captains you’ll catch flying by, near capsizing your raft. They’ve no time for advice to those standing on shore or to aid the ones just wading out, for their task is to pilot this current, they think, and it’s all they can do to stay out of the drink, and their lives could be gone in the space of a wink should they lose but a moment to doubt. Standing tall, they never must doubt!
The San Gorgonio Pass, Mt. San Gorgonio) rises in the North, all hoary-frost and granite. Snake-like clouds adorning her peak, I gaze past the big white house toward her uplifted boulders. And at the South, Mt. San Jacinto has lost his head in cloud. Burned bones against a blue sky backdrop. Between the two, another sunrise gleams and beams of brilliant, white-hot day flash forth: They accentuate the Sonora desert’s west extreme, and last night’s moon, high up on the left, forgot to go away.
An outdoor scene at a camp. Lots of kids from all different nations, all races and both sexes, between 7 and 13 are standing around, like on a playground, in smaller mixed groups. Some are telling stories, others are playing hand games. Two boys are shooting marbles on the ground. Someone has a ball.