Beware of false prophets.
I’ve hit the point where I can’t tell the trolls from the evangelists anymore. That doesn’t leave me feeling great about things.
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Beware of false prophets.
I’ve hit the point where I can’t tell the trolls from the evangelists anymore. That doesn’t leave me feeling great about things.
Saint Brian Jones
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There Must Be More!
This story of revival reminds me that there is MORE! More than what you've currently settled for
The Brownsville Revival, Pensacola, Florida The revival began on Father’s Day when an Evangelist named Steve Hill was unexpectedly invited to speak. It was somewhat unusual for a senior pastor such as John Kilpatrick, to give up his pulpit on such a holiday. However he had just lost his mother and was still mourning her passing. He welcomed the opportunity for a break, even if it was just one…
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I was doing a bell tower marathon at Notre Dame at the turn of the century and I met this hunchback. I asked him, “Is your name Quasimodo?” and he said, “Don’t start with me, American. I am an alchemist and a stained glass maestro by trade. I’ve been doing repairs in this cathedral for what seems like centuries. I wonder if you’re interested in learning the art of stained glass and helping me and so forth. I would take you under my wing, as you Americans say.” And I noticed he had a couple of wings growing out of his hunchback. He said, “Let’s go have an absinthe at the bistro over there,” and he divulged secrets. He said “There’s only one thing that I ask and that’s not to let the gargoyle’s take over your work. They’ve infested this place and they really get on my last nerve. So, anyway, the art of stained glass began in Byzantium to keep a drowsy emperor awake and then traveled to Europe where the Gothics had their way with it.”
I studied art with Bradley Jones in the early seventies. Albinas Elskus in the early 80s. Studied at Williams and Byrnes Studios, 2014. Three windows in the church of Saint Mary Magdalane in Southgate Michigan. Many private residencies. Exhibited at the Anton Art center.