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There was a time in history when people went green for the name of Christ. In the Celtic church 'green martyrdom' was on a significant rise. This would entail laying down secure comforts of this fabricated, impure, unhealthy world and adopt that of a simple, organic wanderer with no destination in mind, living for the moment to spread the gospel where ever they found themselves.'An Gwer' is Kernowek (Cornish language) for 'The Green'. A Wandering Celtic Minstrel and comic artist with a heart for truth, justice and treading lightly on th earth. Usually seen at Celtic/folk pub sessions and festivals or committing acts of minstrelsy on the streets 'turning violins to fiddles and laying burdens to the road'. 'An Gwer' is Kernowek (Cornish language) for 'The Green'. A Wandering Celtic Minstrel and comic artist with a heart for truth, justice and treading lightly on th earth. Usually seen at Celtic/folk pub sessions and festivals or committing acts of minstrelsy on the streets 'turning violins to fiddles and laying burdens to the road'.
My comic art:
"Shall I abandon, O King of mysteries, the soft comforts of home? Shall I turn my back on my native land, and turn my face towards the sea? Shall I put myself wholly at your mercy, without silver, without a horse, without fame, without honor? Shall I throw myself wholly upon You, without sword and shield, without food and drink,without a bed to lie on? Shall I say farewell to my beautiful land, placing myself under Your yoke? Shall I pour out my heart to You, confessing my manifold sins and begging forgiveness, tears streaming down my cheeks? Shall I leave the prints of my knees on the sandy beach, a record of my final prayer in my native land? Shall I then suffer every kind of wound that the sea can inflict? Shall I take my tiny boat across the wide sparkling ocean? O King of the Glorious Heaven, shall I go of my own choice upon the sea? O Christ, will You help me on the wild waves?"
(Prayer ascribed to Saint Brendan the Navigator before sailing across the Atlantic)
LUCKY… are those who live in a SHANTY TOWN
becuase God cames to eat in their homes.
LUCKY… are those who feel the SUFFERING
of others because they'll be over the moon when all suffering comes to an end.
LUCKY… are those who resist the call of violence (even when they are called ‘pansies’ or ‘poofs‘)
because they are the REAL he-men of the world.
"LUCKY… are those who cry out JUSTICE! JUSTICE!
because their song will be remembered
when others are forgotten".
LUCKY… are those who keep an OPEN MIND
and a clean heart, because they will come to understand things as they really are.
LUCKY… are those whose deepest yearnings are for PEACE,
because God Himself has taken root in them.
LUCKY… are you who are made to lead a DOG'S LIFE
because of your love of truth;
a day will come when God will wipe away your tears.
LUCKY… are you who are DRIVEN from your homes and families because of me:
you are on the road to your real home.