This version (MSG) of Colossians 3:12-14 is quite interesting, as it is worded in a way that feels like it speaks directly to me.
So, chosen by God for this new life of love, dress in the wardrobe God picked out for you: compassion, kindness, humility, quiet strength, discipline. Be even-tempered, content with second place, quick to forgive an offense. Forgive as quickly and completely as the Master forgave you.And regardless of what else you put on, wear love. It’s your basic, all-purpose garment. Never be without it.
This has never come at a better time. :)
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It’s funny how all of a sudden I remember this story from an old Chicken Soup for the Soul book I’ve read back in grade school (Choice reading material for a child, yes? :P) about a picture of heaven and hell. A little Googling led me to this link.
Been a huge fan of Pentagram and I’m simply amazed at how anachronistic and timeless this feels, which I think is how they approach their work. I love everything about this video! Very inspiring.
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I’ve always found great interest in how people write about themselves or what they do from the third person point of view (or someone else’s, without having to make it seem intentional.) A life biography has been one of my main creative project goals not because of vanity or the worthiness of my life as a subject (maybe some parts of it, yes, haha), but I simply want to take on the challenge of storytelling without having to glorify much of the self. (It appears like I do have a thing sometimes for form over content when it comes to my own stuff.)
I try to document life seasons through an enumeration of things I lug around (I believe that collectively they say a lot, but documentation is mostly for my memory’s sake). I’ve been consistent so far. So I made a Flickr tag for all of them photos of bag entrails: http://flickr.com/photos/claudrod/tags/inclaudsbag.
The past week has been unbelievably full of challenges (and I don’t solely mean problems) and they’ve been mostly encouraging. I was brought back to the reason why Lent was even being celebrated. And the meaning of Christ’s death and resurrection was put together slowly by moments with people where God made His goodness felt. Even in the seemingly mundane conversation about oranges and a quiet walk in the city, things clearly point back to the glory of God and nothing else. Though I can’t say the week was completely ‘holy’ for me (they call it Holy Week, after all; God knows how I’ve been crazy-weird for the past few days), in the midst of shortcomings and doubts, God’s loving grace has never been more apparent to me than it is now. I am awed.
I also spent a good amount of time with childhood friends, with acquaintances turned friends, with the people closest to my heart, those I can call my favoritest people in the world of all time. :) The week was filled with so much blessed, blessed moments and I am truly blessed by the lives of these people. I have nothing else in my heart but thanksgiving.
In the course of 100 days, I will be making images in square format and in grids within the image, either in 2x2s (two squares across, two squares down) or in 3x3s. They can either be of drawings, videos, photographs or whatever form. The image as a whole though should share only one story.
I believe in the idea of ‘practice makes perfect’ and therefore repetition, for me, is necessary. :)
