Recording Life Seasons

In my writing and art I endeavor to capture the seasons of life.

The season of our lives changes as we move through life and experience all it means to be human. Whether I am writing a story, a novel or a simple poem, I endeavour to capture the essence of who we are, where we come from, and to whom we belong. In my art work it is the cycle of life and the changes in the yearly seasons I seek to capture.








There Is a Season

To everything there is a season,

A time for every purpose under heaven,

A time to be born,

And a time to die,

A time to plant,

Amd a time to pluck what is planted,

A time to kill,

And a time to heal,

A time to break down,

And a time to build up,

A time to weep,

And a time to laugh,

A time to mourn,

And a time to dance,

A time to cast stones,

And a time to gather stones,

A time to embrace,

And a time to refrain from embracing,

A time to gain,

And a time to lose,

A time to keep,

And a time to throw away,

A time to tear,

And a time to sew,

A time to keep slience,

And a time to speak,

A time to love,


And a time to hate,

A time of war,

And a time of peace.



Ecclesiastes 3: 1 - 8

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Passion week - What I believe

On the night before Jesus died, they gathered to eat the Passover meal in accordance Jewish tradition. This tradition commemorated the first Passover meal. Which the Lord God commanded Moses to instruct the Israelites to eat and pour the blood of the sacrificial lamb on the door step. That night the Israelites were to cover doorsteps with the blood of the lamb. When the Lord saw the blood he passed over the house, but in the household of the Egyptians the male first born was slain by the Lord God.

It was during the feast that Jesus begun to speak about his death and reveal himself as the Passover lamb. The Passover Lamb was to be without blemish and no bones were to be broken in the preparation of the sacrificial lamb. In revealing himself and telling the disciples of his death. While they were eating, Jesus took bread, gave thanks and broke it, and gave it to his disciples, saying, "Take and eat; this is my body." Then he took the cup, gave thanks and offered it to them, saying, "Drink from it, all of you., This is my blood of the covenant, which is poured out for many for the forgiveness of sins. This is my blood of the covenant, which is poured out for many for the forgiveness of sins.” (Matthew 26:26 – 28). Jesus took the cup . . and the bread. One of the men at the table was about to betray him and another would deny knowing Jesus before the roster cried three times. All of this happened to fulfil scripture written centuries before Christ was born. These ancient writings were the scriptures the Jews read in the synagogues.


Jesus and his disciples later that night were praying in a garden. Judas had left the 12 to betray the Lord, he asked the other to ‘keep watch while he prayed’. But his friends fell asleep. Not once but three times. While he was pray the roman solders came to take him prisoner.

Please note I am not a bible scholar and some minor details

may be incorrect.

The Friday . . .

 After Peter had denied him three times a hasty trial began as the Sabbath was approaching . . .



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