Jeshua
2005, 5”x7”…gift…Pencil on paper………I am currently reproducing versions of this drawing using my laser engraver on wood. Contact me if interested in purchasing one.
I sketched this quickly on a notepad while working as an assistant at Davis & Cline Gallery (now closed) in Ashland, Oregon. I gave it to my friend the gallery director, Chandra Holsten.
I had been learning about the Shroud of Turin, and studying the re-creations of the face recorded therein. Scholars, scientists, & historians believe this linen burial shroud, marked with the blood stains of a scourged & crucified man, is the burial cloth of Yeshua HaMaschiach, Jesus Christ…his name meaning “ Anointed Salvation”. I encourage you to do some research & discover this mystery.
How can I tell you about my experiences with the King of Kings, Yeshua himself? I can only stumble, & ask you to believe. When I first began to let him into my awareness, I could not call him “Jesus Christ”. When he began to teach me, he suggested that I use his Hebrew name, “Yeshua”.
He came & taught me? Yes, he did. His Holy Spirit spoke to me through several people at different times, but especially through a dear friend over many years. He taught me through art & poetry also. I was gradually freed from my self-serving, stubborn, angry, frozen, prideful, rebellious spirit, & lifted into his righteousness & peace. Now, over 20 years after he called me to himself again, I can finally listen & feel his Holy Spirit on my own. What a blessing! The gifts of the Spirit are real! (Love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, & self-control) I express my gratitude through obedience to his commands, & by dedicating to him the talents given to me.
Yeshua’s Love
These days I ache to pour forth from your hands.
The mystery of death was nothing compared to this agony of watching, of waiting for you.
Do you not know that my heart burns for you, as yours does for mine?
Do you not know? The waiting is mine…
For each one of you to lift up from your misery, see your Savior, and weep no more!
From Yeshua
Sit for a while, now, Daughter. Why do you sequester yourself away from me? Do you not know that every movement of your lips, every breath you take, every thought and fear that rises within you, I stand witness to? I weave with my fingers a web of light to catch you in…a beauty so deep within its silken walls that you cannot escape my light grasp of Love. Do you not think that I watch you? Directly, from the corner of my eye, longing to bring you to myself…willingly, unwillingly,…before my toes?
I, too, touched the earth. I , too, know doubt and fear. I, too, thought myself a stranger to Love. Listen, now, Sister. I have never forgotten you, in all your years of tears. Listen, now. You are home already!
