Mystère

We hope you enjoy our latest acrylic. My Wife preferred it as is, so we named her Mystère.

Hope To The End

1 Peter 1:13
13 Wherefore gird up the loins of your mind, be sober, and hope to the end for the grace that is to be brought unto you at the revelation of Jesus Christ;

The word hope has many synonyms. Although they’re similar in concept, they vary greatly. Two synonyms are plan, and daydream, while two more are goal and wish. Plan and goal are words we use when we are committed to the pursuit of something. While daydreams and wishes are pleasant ways to pass the time.

So my question to you today is this. The dreams that you have, are you managing your time in order to make them a destination, or are they pleasant distractions that occupy your days? I ask this, not to be confrontational, but encouraging.

If the answer to the first question is yes, then start working. You still have time to turn any reasonable daydream into a goal. I emphasize reasonable because I know someone will question me. It maybe true that an eighty year old could not do a triple backflip off a trapeze. However, they could responsibly parachute from a plane.

Don’t allow the level of difficulty to define the reasonableness of your dream. Grandma Moses proved you could start a second chapter near the end of her life. Time will be a factor, but it must be evaluated along side all of them. It, along with other obstacles, are only variables in the equation of your goal.

As you evaluate your hope, there are factors we must ask. What will it cost? This isn’t merely a monetary question. It relates to the relationships in our lives, the time involved, and the benefits it will bring. If the cost is less than the return, proceed. If not, reevaluate your goal.

Reconsidering doesn’t necessarily mean giving up. It may simply mean that your goal of being a famous guitarist becomes a hobby that brings joy to those around you. If necessary, resize your goals, but don’t automatically discard them.

In my opinion, the overarching factor in any goal in our lives is this. Will it bring value to others? If the answer is yes, then we go forward. When the answer is no, we should leave it behind. When we know this hope was something that God placed inside us, then pursue at His pace.

As my Pastor Denny Livingston has taught me, timing is everything. At times, our goals aren’t achieved, not because of our zeal, but by misreading the clock. God’s watch doesn’t measure time the same way that we do. His timing is, “when it’s the right time”.

Too many times mine is simply “when I want it.” Needless to say, His timing achieves my purpose, but my timing could derail it. That is why The Bible advises us to seek His will. He will reveal the proper time to us when we wait on Him.

True hope brings life. This is why Our Savior took a straight road to Calvary, the hope of saving you and I. We must trod the path He has called us to take. Our hopes will not have the same impact as Calvary had, but He could empower them to point others towards it.

If you have a hope, given you by God, invest in it. Plan for it, make a goal sheet. Let nothing stop you from making it a reality. If it brings joy to others, it has value. Hopes are meant to transform lives. Just as our greatest hope will soon be realized. We will see the face of Jesus, and hear Him say, “Well done”.

Matthew 25:21
21 His lord said unto him, Well done, thou good and faithful servant: thou hast been faithful over a few things, I will make thee ruler over many things: enter thou into the joy of thy Lord.

The Flop: Ugroza

“What was his real name?” I went into information gathering mode. Augustus continued. “We never learned it. He was off the grid, apparently this was his first assignment.” 

“What were they after?” Camille looked out the window. “Ironically, it was Project Eagle. We just never knew who wanted the information. They brokered it  to my Uncle’s enemies. Apparently they handled all the ops that way. Faceless, nameless, with a limited reputation.” 

I jumped on the word. “Limited, so they do have one. What is it?” “How’s your Russian? They are called Ugroza.” I laughed, it’s pretty good, but I’m guessing that using the Russian term for menace is to throw people off. Still, it’s a bit dramatic.” 

“Smoke screen. They are famous for the fact that they are not. Everything you think you know about them turns out to be false.” Augustus smiled, then continued.  “This means that you learn, not from what they say, but what they do not.” 

Jean Luc growled.  Camille laughed.  “He’s right Uncle, that isn’t very helpful.”  “Uh-oh!” I mumbled under my breath.  She had just made a mistake that a rookie agent would only make once. 

Camille had underestimated her Uncle. If it were someone else, he would have pounced on the opportunity.  With, what I guessed was his favorite niece, he was just annoyed. Fortunately she realized her mistake and attempted to correct it.  

“Sorry Uncle, you’ve never been wrong before?  What does it tell us though?”  He continued, still slightly miffed. “It tells us that they are not dramatic, it is a ruse. They are based in Canada, it’s primarily where they’ve been active. So, I would say they’re former military. They’re connected to some politician, and given they’re activities over the last twenty years, they align with one of three people. My top guess is Miles Cote.”

I had not heard of him. “Who is he?” Camille stifled a laugh. “A very powerful, extremely dangerous man. He has little public notoriety, and that’s on purpose. Technically he’s only a political advisor, but his name is well known in private circles. They call him Clośet Cesar, or closet Caesar.”

Profile: The Sea Horse

We’re excited about the edition of our newest character to PruittWrites.com Serials. Watch this fall for The Sea Horse, and check out our newest hero!

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Ariel

Ariel means “Lion Of God” in Hebrew. An although this, my first sculpture, is somewhat primitive, I thought it the best name for it.  We hope you enjoy it also.

 

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Working On Something New


We’re working on something new. We’re experimenting with clay for our upcoming Art sale. It’s early yet, tell us what you think. Email us at pruittwrites@gmail.com with the subject Sculpting.

Cambridge’s: Yes I Care

Things progressed nicely after that, I was smitten with your Mother, and now she was smitten with me. I was care free in those days, thinking I had all the time in the world. We were falling in love, but now that we were dating, I wasn’t in any hurry. We were both in college, and we were both very busy.

Finally, a few months in to our courtship, my friend asked me two questions. “What are you waiting for?” The second was, “Will she still be there when you’re ready?” That friend was our, then young, Pastor R.L. Stillwell.

I had known him since childhood, and watched with shock, then admiration, and respect as he overcame his past. He was a little older than I was. His name was Roger Lawrence, but in his early teens they said it meant Reckless and Loud.

He was pretty wild. R.L. was already involved in some dangerous things, and had been for some time. This was routine for him, until he was seventeen. His parents were struggling themselves, and they didn’t seem overly concerned. Finally, one Monday at school, his Grandmother showed up. She had driven all night to see him. She came to his class and asked the teacher to allow him to leave.

We expected that he was in trouble again, that she was going to give him a good lecture. I figured we would hear about it the next day. He came to school the next day, but he didn’t want to talk about it. He seemed different. He was quiet, but at the same time, he looked like he was filled with an anger that was trying to get out.

R.L. was that way all week long. I didn’t see him on Saturday, but then on Sunday, his Grandmother walked in our Church. R.L. followed, although he looked uncomfortable. Service progressed normally, until the Pastor began his Message. The title was “Yes I Care”. At it’s conclusion, R.L. walked to the Altar.

I was stunned, but I hadn’t know what had happened with his Grandmother. She had driven all night as I said, but not to argue with him. She took him to the best restaurant in town, and ordered his favorite meal. They had all his favorites, even two desserts.

Then she spoke to him, words first, and then tears followed. “I was praying for you last night, I always do. I know that your parents are battling, I know the problems that you have. I know you feel like you’re an afterthought, that no one cares about you, but I do. If I haven’t shown you as I should, then I’m sorry.” He hugged her, and tried to console her.

On the way home, she asked if he would come to Church with her that Sunday. He didn’t want to, but agreed. When the Pastor gave his title, he asked her if she had said something to him, she hadn’t. He was amazed that a God, that he didn’t even believe in, was telling him that he cared. Even when he felt others didn’t care, so R.L. thought he would give it a try.

Over the next few years, he completely changed, and he was now the Pastor of that Church. When I had gotten serious about Church, he was there to help me. Now, we were close, and R.L. realized that your Mother and I were on a different time table.

He warned me that if I didn’t catch up to her soon, I would face some strong competition. I listened, but drug my feet. That was when Hagar Anthony thought he could pick up the pace where I was lagging behind. He had decided that your future Mother would make him the perfect bride. I had to convince her that he was wrong.