Updated: 23 January 2013
Here are some studio settings that work great for an indoor portrait of a subject against a green screen or a blue screen:
Reading through the book of Isaiah is painful. There’s much more about God’s judgment and justice than anything else, at least in the first half. Yet, in keeping with His merciful character, the text is sprinkled with passages of hope, passages of the Gospel in Christ.
I see that God is eager to be merciful to those who wait for Him. These passages give me strength and hope to keep going:
Therefore the Lord waits to be gracious to you,
and therefore he exalts himself to show mercy to you.
For the Lord is a God of justice;
blessed are all those who wait for him.
For a people shall dwell in Zion, in Jerusalem; you shall weep no more. He will surely be gracious to you at the sound of your cry. As soon as he hears it, he answers you. And though the Lord give you the bread of adversity and the water of affliction, yet your Teacher will not hide himself anymore, but your eyes shall see your Teacher. And your ears shall hear a word behind you, saying, “This is the way, walk in it,” when you turn to the right or when you turn to the left. Then you will defile your carved idols overlaid with silver and your gold-plated metal images. You will scatter them as unclean things. You will say to them, “Be gone!”
Isaiah 30:18-22 (ESV)
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I’m finally getting around to these. I wrote both of them in the late 90s.
This is the biggest theme in my life, probably because I’m overwhelmed by God’s affection in adopting those who have no inherent right to call Him “Father.” See, for example, Hosea 2:23.
Part 1: A cry from an orphan boy
(A little boy’s prayer)
I have the beautiful sun The warmth of your light I have quiet sleep The peace of the night I have fields of green And harvests of gold I understand the parables That Christ once told I have a beating heart Inside my little chest It struggles every day It never stops to rest But my dear God Upon this earth I do not have a father He left me at my birth Tell me what I'm missing Tell me why I cry I want to know what "father" means I really want to try What is trust? What is love? What is correction, Dear God above? Thank you for your mercy In bowing down to me I want the greatest father I want more of Thee
Part 2: God’s reply to him
(Dear orphan boy)
Sweet child cold and hungry and betrayed, Curled in a gutter your small body laid. Cradling you gently, speaking of my rest, I felt your teardrops fall upon my breast. Dear orphan boy, I shod your trembling feet: Sit at my table -- drink the water sweet. Heav'n cannot tell, nor earth could ever speak, Of my great love for you, dear soul so weak. Trust in my arms, hold up the battle sign, Now you're a soldier, little boy of mine. You will not falter, you are born of me, Your little seed will grow into a tree. Love my rebuke and wear my armour fast, Cherish the treasures that will ever last. Hope of the crown pressed tight against your skin, Will surely help you all your battles win.
This second one I wrote music for it, here:
The Fourth-Graders went to the salmon hatchery to release their Alevin and learn more about salmon.