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NAME: Hebrew, means "who is like God"


PATRON OF: Businessment; weapons instructors; police; merchants; haberdashers; spice sellers; makers of scales; fencers

SPECIAL DEVOTIONS: Inviked for a good death

CONNECTIONS W/ OTHER SAINTS: Two other Archangels, Raphael and Gabriel

SYMBOLS: Shown winged and in full armor with sword or spear. Often shown defeating the devil in the form of a dragon. Sometimes carries scales to measure souls of the dead.

(Blatently stolen from "Saints in Art" by Rosa Giorgi, Trans. by T. M. Hartmann)

Basically, he's going to lead the Army of Angels against the Army of Fallen Angels, at the end of the world.

That's the big thing about him.
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You know what, I just don't know exactly why I did this.

So I'll talk some other stuff.

Chico was hard to get down, he had these boyish good looks, you know? (Yes, I spent far too much time staring at film stills).

And, yes, I know the hands are wonky.
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Consider This Woman - (Luke 7:37-49 NLT)
When a certain immoral woman from that city heard heard he was eating there, she brought a beautiful alabaster jar filled with expensive perfume. Then she knelt behind him at his feet, weeping. Her tears fell on his feet, and she wiped them off with her hair. Then she kept kissing his feet and putting perfume on them. When the pharisee who had invited him saw this, he said to himself, "If this man were a prophet, he would know what kind of woman is touching him. She's a sinner!" Then Jesus answered his thoughts. "Simon," he said to the Pharisee, "I have something to say to you." "Go ahead, Teacher," Simon replied. Then Jesus told him this story: "A man loaned money to two people - 500 pieces of silver to one and 50 pieces to the other. But neither of them could repay him, so he kindly forgave them both, canceling their debts. Who do you suppose loved him more after that?" Simon answered, "I suppose the one for whom he canceled the larger debt." "That's right," Jesus said. Then he turned to the woman and said to Simon, "Look at this woman kneeling here. When I entered your home, you didn't offer me water to wash the dust from my feet, but she had washed them with her tears and wiped them with her hair. You didn't greet me with a kiss, but from the time I first came in, she has not stopped kissing my feet. You neglected the courtesy of olive oil to anoint my head, but she has anointed my feet with rare perfume. I tell you, her sins - and they are many - have been forgiven, so she has shown me much love. But a person who is forgiven little shows only little love." Then Jesus said to the woman, "Your sins are forgiven." The men at the table said among themselves, "Who is this man, that he goes around forgiving sins?" And Jesus said to the woman, "Your faith has saved you; go in peace."

For a long time I have felt like I relate to this woman. If people knew everything I had done, they'd judge me and think, "What a piece of filth!" I can imagine being in her position. She must've been terrified. Not so much of what the Chief Priests and Saducees thought of her - she already knew what they thought of her - trash. No, I imagine she was afraid of how Jesus might've seen her. Would he see her the same way everyone else saw her? As filth, trash? But something drew her to him. She knew he was different. She must've trailed behind him and watched how he interacted with other "sinners." Yea, he was much different from the self-righteous folks. She knew she had to see him for herself - up close. But perhaps every time she wanted to, something happened. Finally she was going to do it, right now, nothing going to stop her, unless the religious leaders apprehend her for being on their property. She walks in and they're probably yelling, "Hey! What are you doing in here?! Get out of here!" She looks at Jesus and he's looking in her eyes. He has this gentle look in his eyes, a look no one has ever given her. Her eyes start to well up and she kneels before him. She has this perfume and she starts pouring it on his feet. But as soon as it runs out, she absolutely loses it. She can't hold it back anymore. She's absolutely sobbing, just weeping. Her make-up is probably getting all messed up as her tears are drenching his feet. She realizes her tears are drenching his feet and she tries to dry them with her hair. She must've felt this radiating love coming from him that she just kept kissing his feet. She had never seen anyone like Jesus before. Then Jesus tells her that she's been forgiven, her faith has saved her and to go in peace. Can you imagine? After everything she's done, she's been forgiven! This must've been overwhelming for her! Anyway, just a thought :)
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To you
     you're strong and powerful,
     vanquisher of your foes,
     avenger of your people,
     sent by God.
     This enemy ground
     holds no terror for you,
     for you
     who can walk out unscathed,
     stealing the gates,
     putting us to shame.

To you
     I am a piece of meat,
     a ware to buy,
     a bit of cheap fun
     for half a night
     to make you feel good,
     feel manly and strong;
     a pretty body
     you'll soon forget.

To me
     you are coins in my hand
     to pay tomorrow's bread;
     a stranger in my bed
     whom I have to please,
     pretend to love,
     for half a night;
     just another man
     I wish I could forget.

To me
     I'm what I never wanted,
     what I never thought I'd be.
     How did I come to this,
     to being your piece of meat,
     selling myself
     because there's nothing else,
     no way out?
     As long as men like you
     do this to women like me,
     this is where I'll be,
     condemned to shame.

To you, you are a hero
     and I your piece of meat.

To me, you are a customer,
     and I your piece of meat.

And to God?
[24. March 2014]

Judges 16:1-3

This little story often gets overlooked because just afterwards, the Delilah thing happens. For a while I had no idea how to write about this - then suddenly I got this idea. Maybe because last night a missionary at our church told us a bit about human trafficking and prostitution and such...

In Sunday school (from my experience) Samson is often depicted as a hero (and, well, he does appear in Hebrews 11 which is a sort of "heroes table" - though Jephthah appears there too and I don't really like him either...) - but he had his problems. In particular, a "women problem". So he just pops by a brothel on the way to doing another heroic deed (taking the gates of the Philistine capital and carrying them faaaaar away - that must have made the Philistines, who were planning to kill him while he was with the prostitute, feel pretty stupid).

Well, what does one make of a story like this? First off: perfect heroes don't exist. Second: I don't find Samson much of a hero anyway (didn't obey God much - though he remembered Him in the end! Which shows people can change and there's always a chance to repent). Third: I tried to look at how the prostitute might feel. Not just about this story, but in general.

So: please pray for those stuck in the sex trade. Over here in Switz women from Eastern Europe are sometimes promised a job and tricked into prostitution that way. In parts of Asia, poor families resort to selling their children just to be able to feed the rest of the family. Please pray for those involved in helping them find a way out, and pray for more people to reach out and show them the love of Jesus. Pray also for their customers... there might even be some Samsons out there, with a double face - good Christian on the surface, but with a secret "women problem". Pray that they can also receive the help they need to stop visiting prostitutes (when demand ends, so does supply!), and pray that they can find better ways to spend their time, and find healing and forgiveness and a change of lifestyle in Jesus.
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There is no such thing as originality.
The crux of ones being is a collected identity based on experience and influence from birth to death, there is no grand narrative and no whole. We simply exist through experience and episodes.
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I hope you like it! :aww:


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Following in the footsteps of the Son of God is hard. I've been trying and faltering for years. So I thought, for my New Year's resolution, I'd set my sights on something a little more achievable and work my way up.
Although I don't intend to go around cutting people's clothing. Fun as that may be.

I'm wondering if I should clean this up and do a shirt of it. Y'know, with the top image on the front over the pocket area (sans pocket), and the words and rest of the picture on the back. I dunno...
Someone described him as a devilish angel. I think that's about perfect. Sha sweet-heart. Oh, and I was serious about the New Year's resolution thing.

What would Harpo do indeed.
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Okay, this is my first time drawing Javert, everyone congratulate me for breaking out, haha. The truth is, I've had this Javert in my head for some time--he's dressed like a Japanese policeman from the late Edo time period (that is, from around the time Les Mis was actually supposed to take place--1820s-30s). Except for the boots. Those aren't period at all, I just kinda liked them with the hiked-up hakama (plus, how could you have a Javert with bare, hairy legs and sandals? eww...Javert=big boots. Period.). The only reason why I wanted to draw him in this period is for that thing he's holding in his hand--the jutte. It's the special truncheon that all Japanese cops carried, and I remember the first time I saw one, I thought, wow, Javert would look even cooler if he had a cooler truncheon to swing around...:D Plus he has the right hair to make one of those Edo-style top knots. My boyfriend's been pressing me to draw this, and MadameJavert also asked me to draw a chibi!Javert, so I figured this was decently close to a chibi!Javert...kinda...sorta...^^;
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Baby Brothers can be such pains...


Started out just as a drawing of Chico (who is starting to steal my heart. If you'd told me it would've happened two weeks ago, I'd've laughed). Then an odd looking Harpo popped up, proudly displaying the watch that he'd managed to save from his brother. So then I threw Groucho in. But when I thought about Chico as the big brother, I realized that included all of his brothers. So I attempted to draw Zeppo (curse your good-looking blandness!) and added Gummo in as well (very tricky, since I could only find about two pictures of him around that age).

Not one of my best pics, but one of my better executed ideas, I think. Chico came out looking a little more wry than I intended, Harpo looks...funny, and Zeppo...*sigh* I like Zeppo, I really do. But he is so cursed hard to draw.

I think that's one of my favorite things about the Marx Brothers--they're brothers. Anyone who's been around me for the past month can tell you that I have been ranting on (sickeningly so by now, I imagine) about how much I love my family, even though we don't always get along. And I loved reading the bit of Harpo's autobiography that I could get my hands on. I want to knowmore about Gummo. Anyone who got his nickname by sneaking up on people is fun in my book.

And I really am falling in love with can that man be sexy (is that even the right word?) I always thought he was kinda creepy before. ...I blame the piano solo in Horsefeathers ("Maybe it's-a better if I don't sing either).
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The first in a series of art I'd like to do eventually based on stories from the Bible.

Traditional, mixed media. Copic and prismacolor markers, and prismacolor pencils.

© Azurite 2014

"Jesus went unto the mount of Olives.

And early in the morning He came again into the temple, and all the people came unto Him; and He sat down, and taught them.

And the scribes and Pharisees brought unto Him a woman taken in adultery; and when they had set her in the midst,

They say unto Him, Master, this woman was taken in adultery, in the very act.

Now Moses in the law commanded us, that such should be stoned: but what sayest thou?

This they said, tempting Him, that they might have to accuse Him. But Jesus stooped down, and with His finger wrote on the ground, as though He heard them not.

So when they continued asking Him, He lifted up himself, and said unto them, He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone at her.

And again He stooped down, and wrote on the ground.

And they which heard it, being convicted by their own conscience, went out one by one, beginning at the eldest, even unto the last: and Jesus was left alone, and the woman standing in the midst.

10 When Jesus had lifted up Himself, and saw none but the woman, He said unto her, Woman, where are those thine accusers? Hath no man condemned thee?

11 She said, No man, Lord. And Jesus said unto her, Neither do I condemn thee: go, and sin no more." --John 8:1-11

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