Child god
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This child watched through a broken window as we worked inside. It’s times like this when the natural, uncontrived symbolism of circumstance just presents itself to you and all you have to do is click. There was not pretence, no staging, no crap. Just reality. It still engages me now. Look at his eyes. What is he thinking? He’s aching. He is full on aching. How can I help them more, how can I help them more, how can I help them more… Please give if you can or pass it on to someone else. That’s giving too. All proceeds to charity. NOW AVAILABLE AS A CHRISTMAS CARD! /
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Other Christmas Cards and Art by Karin / / How many sales so far – 3 sales so far! / / / The Chinese Chop symbol with my initials was created by and comes courtesy of the lovely Keith Richardson / A Rainbow of Angels I drew ‘A Rainbow of Angels’ with a pencil over brown paper which had previously been painted with stripes of white gesso… I coloured it in with chalk pastels, coloured pencils and charcoal, and outlined it using black felt tip pens and charcoal After that we had some fun in Photoshop…and that’s when ‘A Rainbow of Angels’ came to life… This might make a cute Christmas card or tshirt for a special person or three :) / /
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I was to be born yesterday / but my mother didn’t want me, / so, she went to see an M.D. / and two other ‘doctors’ she had to see. / They helped her get rid of me, / these upstanding men with their ‘P.H.D.’s’. Now I won’t be able to grow up to be / an outstanding member of the community / nor help to conquer a rare disease / or grow old with friends to surround me. Never to write a line of poetry / or dance and live and love, you see / I’ve never had a chance to be, / because mother didn’t want me. © amari / ___ Job 31:18: (For from my youth he was brought up with me, as with a father, and I have guided her from my mother’s womb;) Ps 22:10: I was cast upon thee from the womb: thou art my God from my mother’s belly. Ps 127:3: Lo, children are an heritage of the LORD: and the fruit of the womb is his reward. Isa 44:2: Thus saith the LORD that made thee, and formed thee from the womb, Isa 44:24: Thus saith the LORD, thy redeemer, and he that formed thee from the womb, I am the LORD that maketh all things; that stretcheth forth the heavens alone; that spreadeth abroad the earth by myself; Isa 49:15: Can a woman forget her sucking child, that she should not have compassion on the son of her womb? yea, they may forget, yet will I not forget thee. Jer 1:5: Before I formed thee in the belly I knew thee; and before thou camest forth out of the womb I sanctified thee, and I ordained thee a prophet unto the nations. / ________ “The moral test of any society is how it treats its weakest members.” ”...how it treats its weakest members” (according to the internet it was Ghandi, Churchill, Truman, etc, etc, etc.) Words like those of Mahatma Ghandi who said, “A nation’s greatness is measured by how it treats its weakest members.” / Churchill said that you measure the degree of civilisation of a society by how it treats its weakest members. Truman said a society will be judged by how it treats its weakest members. “Any society, any nation, is judged on the basis of how it treats its weakest members—the last, the least, the littlest.” ~Cardinal Roger Mahony, In a 1998 letter, Creating a Culture of Life It is said that the worth of society can be measured by the manner in which it treats its weakest member. “The greatness of any city can be judged by the way it treats its weakest member.” You can judge the character and quality of life in a community by how it treats its weakest members It is said that a civilization is measured by how it treats its weakest members – including, of course, it children. The greatness of America is in how it treats its weakest members: the elderly, the infirm, the handicapped, the underprivileged, the unborn. ~Bill Federer “A society will be judged on the basis of how it treats its weakest members and among the most vulnerable are surely the unborn and the dying,” ~Pope John Paul II If one considers the observation that the worth and dignity of a civilization is judged by the way it the treats its weakest members, we cannot help but look back in shame at our past. ~Social Justice Yesterday – Today – Tomorrow, A Critical Reflection, By Rudolf Rickes I created this image with a series of actions. First I took a drawing I did of the infant’s hand in the man’s hand and softened it using Adobe Photoshop 3 smudged tool. Next, I used Photoshop CS3 to merge that image with a photo of an infant’s face which you can see if you look behind the planet..it shows up in the sky. Following that, I modified the colors of that image, inversed it and added it to an image I had created using Apophysis fractal art – using the ‘difference’ mode. Then I merged those images. Next, I modified the colors of the hands and overlayed them onto the merged image to enhance and modify the final colors. Done. / ________ I would like to share a beautiful poem with you written by the extremely talented “Amber Elizabeth.” Amber was inspired by this work of art to write this wonderful work of poetry called Fine woven Thread Images Do Not Belong To The Public Domain. All images and writings are the copyright of the artist – © amari, amarica. All Rights Reserved. Copying, altering, displaying, distributing and/or selling any image without prior written consent from the artist is strictly prohibited and subject to any and all legal remedies.
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I received a wonderful email this morining containing this letter. This letter inspired this work of art titled “Safely in Heaven”: THIS IS THE EMAIL I RECEIVED: i DO NOT KNOW MEREDITH OR ABBEY, BUT THIS STORY IS BEAUTIFUL This is one of the kindest things I’ve ever experienced. I have no way of knowing who sent it, but there is a beautiful soul working in the dead letter office at the Post Office. Our 14 year old dog, Abbey, died last month. The day after she died, my 4 year old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey. She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her. I told her that I thought we could so she dictated these words: Dear God, Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday and is with you in heaven. I miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick. I hope you will play with her. She likes to play with balls and to swim. I am sending a picture of her so when you see her. You will know that she is my dog. I really miss her. Love, Meredith. We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith and addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it then Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven. That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office. A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet. I told her that I thought He had. Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch addressed, ‘To Meredith,’ in an unfamiliar hand. Meredith opened it. Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, ‘When a Pet Dies.’ Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its opened envelope. On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey & Meredith and this note: Dear Meredith, Abbey arrived safely in heaven. Having the picture was a big help. I recognized Abbey right away. Abbey isn’t sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart. Abbey loved being your dog. Since we don’t need our bodies in heaven, I don’t have any pockets to keep your picture in, so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by. Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you write it and sending it to me. What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you. I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much. By the way, I’m easy to find, I am wherever there is love. Love, / God / ___ I personally believe all animals go to Heaven…. Re 5:9: And they sung a new song, saying, Thou art worthy to take the book, and to open the seals thereof: for thou wast slain, and hast redeemed us to God by thy blood out of every kindred, and tongue, and people, and nation; Re 5:12: Saying with a loud voice, Worthy is the Lamb that was slain to receive power, and riches, and wisdom, and strength, and honour, and glory, and blessing. Re 5:13: And every creature which is in heaven, and on the earth, and under the earth, and such as are in the sea, and all that are in them, heard I saying, Blessing, and honour, and glory, and power, be unto him that sitteth upon the throne, and unto the Lamb for ever and ever. / ____ I created this work using a photo I had taken of my sister-in-law’s pet rottweiler named Lady. I used Photoshop CS3 to merge the images with an image a statue of Jesus from the Huntington Library and a picture of clouds from Arizona. Finally, I edited the image with Micrografx and finished the work. Digitally enhanced. Lady was such a gentle sweetheart. She became ill from lukemia and eventully succombed to her illness. The beautiful thing is that my nieces had already come to the Lord berore this. This incident brought us all closer when we were able to show our family scripture to support our belief’s about animals being created to live forever. Images Do Not Belong To The Public Domain. All images and writings are the copyright of the artist – © amari, amarica. All Rights Reserved. Copying, altering, displaying, distributing and/or selling any image without prior written consent from the artist is strictly prohibited and subject to any and all legal remedies.
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/ / A Rainbow of Angels TShirt I drew ‘A Rainbow of Angels’ with a pencil over brown paper which had previously been painted with stripes of white gesso… I coloured it in with chalk pastels, coloured pencils and charcoal, and outlined it using black felt tip pens and charcoal After that we had some fun in Photoshop…and A Rainbow of Angels came to life… The Chinese Chop symbol with my initials was created by and comes courtesy of the lovely Keith Richardson /
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Just a ghost, a memory from our past… While the Irish where getting more & more hope on the road to america, this was only a premonition of their destiny on this new land… Inspired from this song and from all the Irish People (Hi)story : Paddy’s Lamentation/Ships are Sailing [so listen to this phantom’s chant…] My gallery is Copyright © Wandering Soul. All rights reserved. / All the materials contained in my gallery may not be reproduced, copied, edited, published, transmitted or uploaded in any way without my written permission. My images do not belong to the public domain. / Please read the Etiquette Policy and respect it! / Modifying, tubing, cropping, using it for letters or stationeries, layouts, backgrounds, stock, copyrighting, stealing my work is not only against the law but unethical. / Altaring or using without express written permission is stealing. View More ART here!
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Peter Van Straten is one of South Africas most talented and collectable artists. Peter is mentioned in the collectors guide to South African Art. His work is avidly collected by both local and International buyers. Peter creates mystic, surreal paintings of exquisite timeless beauty. His preferred medium is oils. The transcendental luminosity of Peters work is fully captured in these atmospheric images. View more of Peters and other artists work at defineart.co.uk
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Growing up in poverty, / we struggled thru each day. / picking cotton, picking peaches, / picking prunes to pay our way. Feeling sorry for myself one day, / my mother overheard me complain. / “Stop,” she said, “and think / how lucky you are to live another day.” “Give thanks to God you’re healthy, / and all your limbs remain / unbroken and you’re not only beautiful / but you have a brain.” Keeping my muttering to myself, / I thought, “That’s easy for you to say. / but what good is being healthy? / and picking cotton doesn’t take a brain.” I’d heard about starving children in China / every time we ate. / But beans and potatoes were boring / when tha’ts the only thing on your plate. Then, one night when work was over / and it was very, very late, / I heard a muffled sobbing / and I turned to look that way. Thru the moonlight in the window / I saw my mother and heard her say, / “Thank you for my children / and carrying me thru this day.” I lay there quietly watching / and listening to her pray. / “Please don’t think I’m complaining, / this prayer is for my children,” she said. “They haven’t had the chance to see / your loving special grace / because they’re too young to look for / and recognize your face.” “So, I’m asking you to bless them / and help them rise above this place. / Yes, Lord they are healthy / and, for that, I give you thanks.” “But they mean more than life to me, / so won’t you help them and guide their steps away. / Though I’d love to keep them by my side, / I’ll give that up if they can just escape.” Her prayer went on for awhile / and tears ran down my face / as I listened to her pour her heart out / for God’s abiding grace. amari Image created with Photoshop CS3, Apophysis Fractal art, and Micrografx utilizing photo images and fractal art layers. / ___ Images Do Not Belong To The Public Domain. All images and writings are the copyright of the artist – © amari, amarica. All Rights Reserved. Copying, altering, displaying, distributing and/or selling any image without prior written consent from the artist is strictly prohibited and subject to any and all legal remedies.
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Psalm 139 and God’s assurances that no matter where we go, he is with us.
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The light was only that which shined through the stained glass window near the pew in which he sat…
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Blessed Be the Children / Author: Amber Elizabeth Fromm / Artist: VanSnuG Blessed Be The Children Blessed Children Such Innocents / Born Free Of Sin From Darkness… / Yes Light Delicate Angelic Form…. Responsibility Gift s From God / Keep Them Safe and Warm Remember Comfort Support / They do Belong..Oh Blessed / Are The Innocents May We Teach / Them Right From Wrong… Strive Of Example Teach / To Walk To See …To Give / The Heart That Was Given / That Lives In You And Me…. Blessed Children …Such / Innocents Born Free Of Sin / From Darkness…Delicate / Angelic Form…. Teach Children As Jesus Taught / Loving Kindness Free From Hate / And Harm….. Blessed Are The Children / Our Innocents…Reflection / Of Living God … Innocent The Children / Gift Of Sweet Joy Delight… / Yes Free…Of Sin Angelic / And So Precious To The Sight… / Blessed BeThe Children / For They Are Our Light … Blessed Children Innocents / Free Of Sin From Darkness… / Delicate Angelic Form…. Responsibility A Gift s / From God To Keep / Them Safe and Warm.. For May We Always See / Blessed Be The Children Blessed Are You and Me…
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Please visit: http://www.philadelphia33.org/ Deep in rural villages I come accross Many Children Like Mary. She is disabled by Rickets, a disease that is caused by lack of Vitamin [D]. the village is in extreme poverty and cannot grow enough food, and what they do grow is not good quality. Mary’s upper and Lower limbs are bowed and twisted. She has lost most of her feelings in her hands. she has intestinial worms, and her natural imune system is almost down. She is in constant pain yet Mary can live a productive and happy life, with our help. If Mary was ypur Daughter, I am sure you would take her to the best Doctors, adn give her the best food, and care fore her. Yet Mary only has an old grandmother to care for her. Her grandmother is weak and also unable to do basic things. Please help us to Help mary and the many like her. You can be part of her life and those like her. Please visit our Charity website today, where you can see Mary and others on Video. http://www.philadelphia33.org/
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Now before I run to play, / Let me not forget to pray / To God who kept me through the night / And waked me with the morning light. / Help me, Lord, to love thee more / Than I ever loved before; / In my work and in my play / Be thou with me through the day. / Amen
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Religious nutcases hear Satanic incantations from a child's toy
by Cl1n70n TyreeDoes it get any more Dark Ages without burning a witch???...
Does it get any more Dark Ages without burning a witch??? “Parents are outraged about the messages they’re hearing from a doll. It’s Fisher-Price’s “Little Mommy Real Loving Baby Cuddle and Coo” doll. Some people claim they can hear it mumble “Satan is king” in one track; then clearly speak “Islam is the light” in another. Gary Rofkahr of Owasso was at his office, when a man brought the doll in to show his co-workers. “There’s no markings on the box to indicate there’s anything Islamic about this doll,” Rofkahr said. Rofkahr said he found several versions of the doll at Wal-Mart and Target in Owasso. Those stores have since been pulled the dolls from the shelves. The dolls are sold nationwide. A Target spokesperson said their company has no plans to pull the doll from all of its shelves.” Now, you can’t explain this one away by lead plumbing or mouldy wheat!
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Christian Calendar based on faith, love and family. Jesus is Lord of all.
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Another in my cemetery series… not too sure about this one. Just thought I’d get your opinions on it… Best viewed larger. / This tomb remined me of an old time horror flick… when something inside stirs at the onset of dusk and the lid slowly rises and deaths boney fingers creep over the rim… / / More from the series below: / / / / / / / Visit my website On The Rock Photography
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This little girls smile and eyes say it all… / What are the things in life that really count?
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Kids living in the slums of Dhaka, no cloths, no food, no shelter ….... The railway tracks, underneth her, serve as the play ground for the kids.
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Inspired by Mark 10:13-16 and Nichole Nordeman’s song “Help Me Believe”
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I am dedicating this image to Sarah Moore whose little boy Axel drowned today, December 26, 2007, and to Rosalie Dale, Sarah’s mother and Axel’s grandmother. Both Sarah and Rosalie have beautiful portfolios on Redbubble. Please pray for this family in their time of loss.
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