modern day group of man talking with Jesus
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A group of 7 students (male and female) some wearing backpacks, others carrying books, stand together with their backs toward the camera looking at a wall-sized Afro-centric map of the world. One student is pointing out something in africa. Two students are talking to each other.
First century Palestine. Mid-morning in a rural area. The sun is warm and the atmosphere is positive. Jesus and His disciples walk along a country road that goes to Bethany. There are some trees shading part of the road ahead, and cultivated fields on either side of the road. Jesus, wears ordinary clothing like most men, and He’s talking to His disciples as the walk along. The disciples are listening intently to Jesus, and His face is kind, but intense. A farm house sits off to one side, and the town is visible in the distance.
A group of 7 students (male and female) some wearing backpacks, others carrying books, stand together with their backs toward the camera looking at a wall-sized Afro-centric map of the world. One student is pointing out something in africa. Two students are talking to each other.
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.
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.
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.
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First century Palestine. Jesus walks away from the camera down a road that goes through town with several of His disciples. Jesus wears a plain robe like most ordinary men. The other people are dressed like peasants, farmers, and tradesmen. There are also women in the group, wearing plain, everyday clothing. Some children are playing near the roadside. The Sea of Galilee shines in the far distance.
First century Palestine. Jesus walks away from the camera along a road that goes through town with several of His disciples. Jesus wears a plain robe like most ordinary men. The other people are dressed like peasants, farmers, and tradesmen. There are also women in the group, wearing plain, everyday clothing. Some children are playing near the roadside. Merchants are selling their goods in booths along the road. There are houses along the road also. The road goes upward toward the Temple in the far distance.
The scene is a rural mid-sized village in central Japan, sometime in the 19th or early 20th century. It's late afternoon, just before sunset, twilight, and the heat of the day has passed. This is Boy's Day, May 5th. Men and boys dressed in hakama, and women and girls in yukata and some in kimono are milling around in the street. Some are holding sparklers. Others are standing in groups talking proudly about the boys in their families. Prominently displayed above the buildings, on a high pole, about 20 "koi nobori" are flying in the evening breeze. "Koi nobori,” are large tubular kites made from silk and attached to high poles.  The kites are shaped something like a windsock, but are decorated as brightly colored koi fish, with the large end attached to the pole.  When the wind blows through the opening, decorated like the open mouth of the Koi, the fish looks like it is swimming, but not going anywhere. Boys are encouraged to look up and admire the fish on the pole for their strength and stamina. The scene is festive, but also very important.
Southeast Asia. Modern day. The damaged and the broken ones; all rooted in the past, live life the way it always was, from their first day to their last. Motes of dust in beams of light, in the darkness of this day, we tip the hat and give a nod, for the truth we can’t convey. Everything is real, but nothing matters, anyway. Where life is only what must be, from the cradle to the grave. Everyone does what they can: Nothing less, but sure no more. Tip the hat and give a nod to the ones who’ve gone before. We tip our hats and give the nod to the world we’ve all ignored
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Southeast Asia. Modern day. Afternoon rain forces us into the coolness of the little house, surrounded by rice paddies, where Grandmother assembles strings of Christmas lights; bound for somewhere. Young mother watches three children grow, and wonders: What will their lives be? Can’t dream of what she’s never seen; can’t see what she can’t dream.
Southeast Asia. Modern day. This morning the sound of traffic in the street, scooters and tuk-tuks, taxis and trucks, was so loud I couldn’t hear my dream. So I turned it off and went dowstairs. Taking in diesel fumes ‘til it hurt to breathe, I found a hawker-stall and ate. It’s 100 degrees already; soon the rain will come.
This calls for patient endurance on the part of the people of God who keep his commands and remain faithful to Jesus.
Southeast Asia. Modern day. Nearer to the city now, the bus thumps and bumps to a slower pace. Grinding gears mark spaces between dirty children, playing obliviously in the road. Neither village nor metropolis, outskirts have no identity: Just a blurry line of encroachment; a temporary half-life on the way to something more. Dust springs up from the tires of trucks headed both ways on the road. A little girl stands crying in a mud puddle; her brothers laughing from the sides. She has to learn rejection to participate in this brutal, belonging dance. A little life, and a little death for a product truly worthy of its name: a good woman is hard to find.
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Southeast Asia. Modern day. Back out on the open plain, our bus hurtles toward the city. Smokestacks and temples rise up from the earth; two visions competing for the sky. The woman on my right holds a chicken in her lap; rural wealth for a city friend? On my left a Buddhist priest sits in quiet repose and presides over the world.
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A sultry afternoon, moving into evening in the american south, circa 1970. I see a quiet home surrounded by trees near a river, and on the wide front porch an older man sits in a rocking chair talking to his younger friend. It's storytelling time. The house is white shiplap siding, and the porch is peaceful and quiet. An old dog lays down at the old man's feet. Glasses of iced tea are nearby. Life is good.
a hot air balloon drifting over rolling flower fields on a sunny day, cheerful, no text
a hot air balloon drifting over rolling flower fields on a sunny day, cheerful, no text
a hot air balloon drifting over rolling flower fields on a sunny day, cheerful, no text
a hot air balloon drifting over rolling flower fields on a sunny day, cheerful, no text
a hot air balloon drifting over rolling flower fields on a sunny day, cheerful, no text
a hot air balloon drifting over rolling flower fields on a sunny day, cheerful, no text
a hot air balloon drifting over rolling flower fields on a sunny day, cheerful, no text
a hot air balloon drifting over rolling flower fields on a sunny day, cheerful, no text
a hot air balloon drifting over rolling flower fields on a sunny day, cheerful, no text