Paint this scene fo rme: Soon, Mr. Chen arranged for them to cross into Hong Kong—a place known for its bright skyline and bustling streets. Under the cover of darkness and with careful planning, the family and their companions boarded a small boat that carried them silently across the water. At about the halfway point they sailed into a thick bank of fog, so dark it felt as if they were inside a bottle of ink. Siu-Zi couldn’t even see her father’s face. A worry, and dark despair began to overwhelm her, she closed her eyes. Then, in the stillness of her own thoughts, as if on a movie screen, Siu-Zi saw a handsome, kind man in white dress. It was as if he was sitting outside the boat on top of the water. He sat there, smiling at Siu-Zi, keeping the same distance from them, outside the boat, and at length, he said, “It’s going to be alright, Siu-Zi. I’ll be here to protect you and no harm will come to you or your family anymore.” The next thing she knew, Siu-Zi’s father was shaking her awake, telling her that the crossing was over.
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Paint this scene fo rme: Soon, Mr. Chen arranged for them to cross into Hong Kong—a place known for its bright skyline and bustling streets. Under the cover of darkness and with careful planning, the family and their companions boarded a small boat that carried them silently across the water. At about the halfway point they sailed into a thick bank of fog, so dark it felt as if they were inside a bottle of ink. Siu-Zi couldn’t even see her father’s face. A worry, and dark despair began to overwhelm her, she closed her eyes. Then, in the stillness of her own thoughts, as if on a movie screen, Siu-Zi saw a handsome, kind man in white dress. It was as if he was sitting outside the boat on top of the water. He sat there, smiling at Siu-Zi, keeping the same distance from them, outside the boat, and at length, he said, “It’s going to be alright, Siu-Zi. I’ll be here to protect you and no harm will come to you or your family anymore.” The next thing she knew, Siu-Zi’s father was shaking her awake, telling her that the crossing was over.

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Paint this scene fo rme: Soon, Mr. Chen arranged for them to cross into Hong Kong—a place known for its bright skyline and bustling streets. Under the cover of darkness and with careful planning, the family and their companions boarded a small boat that carried them silently across the water. At about the halfway point they sailed into a thick bank of fog, so dark it felt as if they were inside a bottle of ink. Siu-Zi couldn’t even see her father’s face. A worry, and dark despair began to overwhelm her, she closed her eyes. Then, in the stillness of her own thoughts, as if on a movie screen, Siu-Zi saw a handsome, kind man in white dress. It was as if he was sitting outside the boat on top of the water. He sat there, smiling at Siu-Zi, keeping the same distance from them, outside the boat, and at length, he said, “It’s going to be alright, Siu-Zi. I’ll be here to protect you and no harm will come to you or your family anymore.” The next thing she knew, Siu-Zi’s father was shaking her awake, telling her that the crossing was over.
Mr. Chen has arranged for the little family to cross secretly into Hong Kong—a place known for its bright skyline and bustling streets. Under the cover of darkness and with careful planning, Siu Zi, her father and Grandmother, along with Mr. Chen have boarded a small boat that carries them silently across the water. The sea is calm, its surface reflecting a tapestry of starlight, as if the heavens themselves are guiding them. Siu-Zi lies nestled between her father and grandmother, wrapped up in blankets, in the forward part of an open boat with quiet motors propelling them along. Their is an air of mystery and tension.
Paint this scene fo rme: After leaving their home in Guangzhou, Siu Zi and her Father traveled by train to Shenzhen, where the city’s neon lights replaced Guangzhou’s lanterns. The train rumbled through the night, its rhythmic clatter a steady reminder that every mile taken was a step away from the life they once knew—and a step closer to hope, although it still wasn’t clear where or how they would find this new hope. In Shenzhen, they met Mr. Chen once more. In a modest safe house tucked away behind a busy market, he introduced them to a small group of others who, like them, were on the run. There was Mei, a kind woman who had once taught music, and Li, a gentle man whose eyes sparkled with hidden stories. These newfound friends shared whispered words of encouragement, turning fear into a sense of shared purpose.
Paint this scene fo rme: At length Siu-Zi and her father and grandmother and the others in their little company of friends came to a safe house in Hong Kong. It wasn’t as if there was no more reason to be afraid, though. One of the people who were helping Siu-Zi’s father remarked that they were very fortunate, since officers from the foreign ministry had come to the door just one day before Siu-Zi and her family had arrived, asking if there were any illegitimate travelers staying there. The man, whose name Ah Zi couldn’t remember, had laughed when he said, “We were able to tell them the whole truth! Nobody was staying at that house but me and my wife.” Show a montage with Siu-Zi and her father and grandmother, and the couple who run the safe house seated at a table talking, and the man and his wife answering the door, with police outside questioning them, and the kind man who Siu-Ze had seen outside the boat in the background.
Paint this scene: At length Siu-Zi and her father and grandmother and the others in their little company of friends came to a safe house in Hong Kong. It wasn’t as if there was no more reason to be afraid, though. One of the people who were helping Siu-Zi’s father remarked that they were very fortunate, since officers from the foreign ministry had come to the door just one day before Siu-Zi and her family had arrived, asking if there were any illegitimate travelers staying there. The man, whose name Ah Zi couldn’t remember, had laughed when he said, “We were able to tell them the whole truth! Nobody was staying at that house but me and my wife.” Show a montage with Siu-Zi and her father and grandmother, and the couple who run the safe house seated at a table talking, and the man and his wife answering the door, with police outside questioning them.
Paint this scene fo rme: Siu-Zi is 12 years old, and her father lovingly calls her Ah Zi, meaning “little seed.” She has always been a quiet, observant child. In the bustling streets of Guangzhou, where her early memories shimmered with bright festivals and quiet moments by the river, life had once seemed full of endless possibility. Until two years ago. She could still see vividly the day her Mother had come home early from her job. She was ill, and while Siu-Zi had seen her ill before, it had never been like this. She remembered with painful clarity the days and nights when her Mother, and then her Grandfather, had lay in bed, hardly moving, barely able to breathe. And then the terrible sadness of the day they were taken by the doctors – were they doctors? They seemed more like policemen in white uniforms! – to the hospital. Siu-Zi never saw either of them again. And it wasn’t just in her home, but in many homes in her part of the city, and then, she learned later, all over the country, something her Father called a pandemic was breaking up families, making mothers and fathers, and grandmothers and grandfathers, disappear. Siu-Zi and her Father were locked in their apartment for a very long time, unable to go outside. They scarcely had enough water to drink, and not nearly enough food to eat. After those terrible days, a deep, silent sorrow had settled over the family.
Paint this scene fo rme: At length, they reached a plan in which Ah Zi's father would ask for a leave of absence. It was understandable because of the loss of his wife and father-in-law. He would need time to rearrange his life and make a way to care for Siu-Zi. Siu Zi spent several weeks wondering each day if Father would come home from work, tension mounting and the apartment becoming more and more quiet, until finally Father would open the door, and the little family would breathe a long sigh of relief.
Paint this scene fo rme: Siu-Zi and her Father were locked in their apartment for a very long time, unable to go outside. They scarcely had enough water to drink, and not nearly enough food to eat. After those terrible days, a deep, silent sorrow had settled over the family. Siu-Zi’s Father and Grandmother were now the adults in her life, and it seemed as if they were at a loss for what to do. Siu-Zi's Father was very unhappy, not only about the death of his wife and father-in-law, but also about the way the family had been treated by the government officials. Siu-Zi heard him talking to their neighbor in the hallway outside their apartment, and thought to herself that she had never before heard Father complain about anything. As they talked, two other neighbors came out of their apartments. The conversation became loud, and it seemed to Siu-Zi that everyone was very upset.
And it came to pass, as the angels were gone away from them into heaven, the shepherds said one to another, Let us now go even unto Bethlehem, and see this thing which is come to pass, which the Lord hath made known unto us. (Luke 2:15 KJV)
An Asian Slice At the dark end of an alley on a moonless night, A youth squats low to the ground, turned toward the wall with his face in his lap. Someone might think he’s sleeping. He’s smoking heroin. Soon he’ll fall over and soil himself, and stay right there until dawn. Back at the neon-lit mouth of this dark alley, hookers walk back and forth, hurrying to get past the alley, either for fear or because is smells so bad. Eyelids, all painted golden, Asian whores always look like they’re made of candy. Candy it is; but a snarling cat awaits its prey.
This is a crazy scene. A tiny car, something like a Fiat Bambino careens down a mountain road with 4 people inside. 1 of them, the driver, is holding up the steering wheel, which is detached from its column. The people are comically frightened. The caption is "Hey, Who's Driving This Thing, Anyway?"
Paint this scene: Singapore was like stepping into a dream for Siu-Zi. Everything was new—the clean streets, the orderly gardens, and the friendly smiles of strangers, things she had only ever seen on television. In a modest hotel near a bustling hawker centre, she discovered the tastes and smells of dishes that were both strange and delightful. For a few weeks, she and her family settled into a quiet rhythm. Siu- Zi made tentative friends at a local church, where she listened wide-eyed to stories of many other people who had traveled from far-off lands, seeking freedom and safety. Each tale, woven with hope and resilience, whispered promises of a safer, kinder world. They met missionaries there who said they had been praying for Siu-Zi and her family. Siu-Zi’s grandmother was very moved by their faithfulness, and father was overwhelmed by their gifts of clothing, so they would no longer look like Chinese refugees, but a proper Asian family on holiday, and enough money to continue their journey, a pre-arranged place to stay and a job to do when they got there. Every night, as the tropical rain tapped gently on the window, Ah Zi lay awake imagining a future free from fear—a future where her father’s faith could shine without the dark threat of government officers taking them away. In Singapore, she learned that sometimes, even in moments of deep loss and uncertainty, God has a mysterious way of planting new seeds of hope and renewing life.
This is a crazy scene. A tiny car, something like a Fiat Bambino careens down a mountain road with 4 people inside. 1 of them, the driver, is holding up the steering wheel, which is detached from its column. The people are comically frightened. The caption is "Hey, Who's Driving This Thing, Anyway?"
An Asian Slice At the dark end of an alley on a moonless night, A youth squats low to the ground, turned toward the wall with his face in his lap. Someone might think he’s sleeping. He’s smoking heroin. Soon he’ll fall over and soil himself, and stay right there until dawn. Back at the neon-lit mouth of this dark alley, hookers walk back and forth, hurrying to get past the alley, either for fear or because is smells so bad. Eyelids, all painted golden, Asian whores always look like they’re made of candy. Candy it is; but a snarling cat awaits its prey.
“Oh that they had such a mind as this always, to fear me and to keep all my commandments, that it might go well with them and with their children forever!” – Deuteronomy 5:29
In a quiet coffee shop with only a few customers a young couple sits at a table facing us. An older couple sit on this side of the table with their backs to us. There's a Bible and another book on the table in front of them. Each person has a drink. 2 inviiting cups of coffee an iced latte sit on the table, and the young woman sitting on the other side of the table facing us is drinking some kind of fruity clear drink from a straw in a tall plastic see through cup . They two couples are deeply engaged in conversation. Nearby a barista brews a latte for another customer. This is a great place for a discipleship coaching session.
Prayer, in all its forms, from quiet meditation to festal shouts, is not laborious; it is a blessed communion with Almighty God Who engages us beyond our flesh and beckons us to rise to meet Him. We are strengthened by the Holy Spirit in our effort to find Christ. We are participators, not spectators. Our way of life and especially our worship, both personal and communal, needs to ascend with fervor just as it did with the Jewish pilgrims who sang and prayed the “Songs of Ascent” (Psalms 120-134) on their way up to Mount Zion. But how wonderful it would be for those who can say with Jacob the very next verse: “How awesome is this place. This is none other than the house of God, and this is the gate of heaven.” – Genesis 28:17
In a quiet coffee shop with only a few customers a young couple sits at a table facing us. An older couple sit on this side of the table with their backs to us. There's a Bible and another book on the table in front of them. Each person has a drink. 2 inviiting cups of coffee an iced latte sit on the table, and the young woman sitting on the other side of the table facing us is drinking some kind of fruity clear drink from a straw in a tall plastic see through cup . They two couples are deeply engaged in conversation. Nearby a barista brews a latte for another customer. This is a great place for a discipleship coaching session.
”Many believe – and I believe – that I have been designated for this work by God.” – by Michelangelo
“For you have been called for this purpose, since Christ also suffered for you, leaving you an example for you to follow in His steps.” – 1 Peter 2:21
A street scene in a majority world city (perhaps the middle east or asia). A young man and his wife and 3 children walk away from the camera into this city, with all its history and culture. They're off to discover and learn about this new old world. The youngest child is in a pack on her back, and dad has a day pack. The kids are as excited as the parents. What will today hold?
"Father, if you are willing, take this cup away from me. Nevertheless, let your will be done, not mine." – Luke 22:42
“A Psalm of instruction for Asaph. Give heed, O my people, to my law: incline your ear to the words of my mouth. I will open my mouth in parables: I will utter dark sayings which have been from the beginning. All which we have heard and known, and our fathers have declared to us. They were not hid from their children to a second generations; the fathers declaring the praises of the Lord, and his mighty acts, and his wonders which he wrought.” (Psalms 78:1-4, Brenton Septuagint eSword version)
"Many believe - and I believe - that I have been designated for this work by God. In spite of my old age, I do not want to give it up; I work out of love for God and I put all my hope in Him.” - Michelangelo
An interior scene, walking into an old woodworker's shop. The shop is orderly and neat, but well-used. I see a workbench in front of me with a woodworker's vise mounted on it. Several chisels, screwdrivers, mallets, claw hammers, and other such tools are hanging on the wall behind the bench. A very nice black Windsor Chair is positioned on the bench ready for the seat to be repaired. Ambient light is low, and beams of light are streaming in from a source above, with motes of dust floating around in them. Everything is ready for work.
Father and Grandmother with Siu Zi leaving their home in a Guangzhou street in the dark of night. There is an air of secrecy. Siu Zi clutches her small bag, its contents little more than a few treasured keepsakes and faded photographs. Her father’s reassuring hand on her shoulder, and the soft presence of her grandmother at his side, give her the courage to move forward. A taxi waits down the street to take them to the train.
Mark 11:23 (KJV) 23 For verily I say unto you, That whosoever shall say unto this mountain, Be thou removed, and be thou cast into the sea; and shall not doubt in his heart, but shall believe that those things which he saith shall come to pass; he shall have whatsoever he saith.
13 Someone in the crowd said to him, “Teacher, tell my brother to divide the family inheritance with me.” 14 But he said to him, “Friend, who set me to be a judge or arbitrator over you?” 15 And he said to them, “Take care! Be on your guard against all kinds of greed, for one’s life does not consist in the abundance of possessions.” 16 Then he told them a parable: “The land of a rich man produced abundantly. 17And he thought to himself, ‘What should I do, for I have no place to store my crops?’ 18 Then he said, ‘I will do this: I will pull down my barns and build larger ones, and there I will store all my grain and my goods. 19 And I will say to my soul, Soul, you have ample goods laid up for many years; relax, eat, drink, be merry.’ 20 But God said to him, ‘You fool! This very night your life is being demanded of you. And the things you have prepared, whose will they be?’ 21 So it is with those who store up treasures for themselves but are not rich toward God.” – Luke 12:13-21
modern people witnessing for Christ today and sharing his victory on the cross
“Blessed by the Cross” – The Heroic Life of Edith Stein in Nazi Germany
a painting of a group of people gathered together
wide landscape with natural scenery
scene: the Lord Jesus speaks to two disciples on the Road to Emmaus.
scene: the Lord Jesus speaks to two disciples on the Road to Emmaus. Caption: “Did not our hearts burn within us while he talked to us on the road, while he opened to us the Scriptures?” (Luke 24:32)
wide landscape with natural scenery
Psalms 119:1-8 (JPS) 1 ALEPH. Happy are they that are upright in the way, who walk in the law of the LORD. 2 Happy are they that keep His testimonies, that seek Him with the whole heart. 3 Yea, they do no unrighteousness; they walk in His ways. 4 Thou hast ordained Thy precepts, that we should observe them diligently. 5 Oh that my ways were directed to observe Thy statutes! 6 Then should I not be ashamed, when I have regard unto all Thy commandments. 7 I will give thanks unto Thee with uprightness of heart, when I learn Thy righteous ordinances. 8 I will observe Thy statutes; O forsake me not utterly.
“If any one would come after me, let him deny himself and take up his cross daily and follow me. For whoever would save his life will lose it; and whoever loses his life for my sake, he will save it.” – Luke 9:23-24
“If any one would come after me, let him deny himself and take up his cross daily and follow me. For whoever would save his life will lose it; and whoever loses his life for my sake, he will save it.” – Luke 9:23-24
colorful Managua Nicaragua scene with mountain background
colorful Managua Nicaragua scene with mountain background - delete Sandinista political slogans
Galatians 5:13-14 13 You, my brothers and sisters, were called to be free. But do not use your freedom to indulge the flesh[a]; rather, serve one another humbly in love. 14 For the entire law is fulfilled in keeping this one command: “Love your neighbor as yourself.
An awe-inspiring and whimsical scene featuring Willy Wonka's Great Glass Wonkavator, soaring through the sky and beyond the confines of Ontario Canada and its flag. The Wonkavator itself is a magnificent, multi-directional glass elevator, transparent and sparkling, with Willy Wonka (wearing his iconic top hat, purple coat, and bowtie) and 2 Canadian ladies looking out with expressions of joy, wonder and excitement. The interior is filled with intricate buttons and levers for controlling its magical flight. The Wonkavator is depicted in mid-flight, ascending above the clouds flying out to the ocean. Below it, the fantastical landscape of Ontario Canada is visible with a large Canadian flay flying over the city. – and various whimsical buildings. Beyond Ontario, a stunning, imaginative sky unfolds, perhaps with floating candy clouds, distant fantastical landmarks, or even glimpses of outer space and planets. The lighting is bright and magical, emphasizing the glass's transparency and the vibrant colors of the world below and beyond. The overall mood is one of boundless adventure, limitless possibilities, and pure, joyful fantasy."