Free to fly (#BibleJournaling)

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Romans 8—what a great chapter about freedom in Christ! It starts out:

“So now there is no condemnation to those who belong to Christ Jesus. And because you belong to him, the power of the life-giving Spirit has freed you from the power of sin that leads to death” – Romans 8:1,2 NLT.

“Condemnation” is what God dealt the serpent Satan way back in Genesis. It’s what confined him to crawling about earth-bound. God to Satan way back in Eden:

“Because you have done this,
… On your belly you shall go,
And you shall eat dust
All the days of your life.
And I will put enmity
Between you and the woman,
And between your seed and her Seed;
He shall bruise your head,
And you shall bruise His heel” – Genesis 3:14,15 NKJV

 

But those who belong to Christ Jesus no longer “walk according to the flesh but according to the Spirit” NKJV

Walking according to the flesh is that old earth-bound life.

Walking according to the Spirit is set being free for eternity from those earth-bound limitations.

What better way to depict this transformation than the butterfly, which has gone from creeping on the ground to flying free in all her butterfly beauty.

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Bible journal entry for Romans 8:1-2 (Photo © 2018 by V. Nesdoly)

I used butterfly stencils for this entry, pigma micron pens for outlining, pencil crayons to do the coloring, a white pen for detailing, and my pink gelato to highlight the verse.

This journal entry was inspired by a Rebekah R. Jones challenge, the Original Art Journaling Challenge series – Week 35.

Transformation #BibleJournaling

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Today’s Bible art-journaling project is another Rebekah Jones Challenge (OBAJC Week 13). The focus verse is a favourite of mine. It’s a challenge to illustrate but even more to live:

“And do not be conformed to this world but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, so that you may prove what the will of God is, that which is good and acceptable and perfect.” Romans 12:2.

For her art project Rebekah traced a vintage line-drawing of the brain onto the Bible page, then used the stencil of a splash to superimpose neon colour splashes (with acrylic paint) onto half of that brain drawing. The words “Be Transformed” completed the stunning image.

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To do my Romans 12:2 project, I gave some thought to how I might use the brain image but show transformation in a different way than colour splashes.

A butterfly came to mind. (Cliché? Yes, I know, but butterflies are so much fun to draw and colour.) Instead of drawing a realistic chrysalis from which my butterfly is emerging, I tried to make it resemble a brain. I used pencil crayons to colour my drawing.

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Later I recalled a poem I wrote over ten years ago, on the topic of transformation. Written from the viewpoint of a caterpillar in the process of being changed into a butterfly, it seemed like a good companion to my butterfly sketch.

I drew and coloured (also using pencil crayons) a chrysalis image I found online onto the opposite Bible page, wrote the poem on tracing paper and attached it to the Bible with washi tape as a tip-out.

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TRANSFORMATION

Shut away inside this silken crypt
I long for undulation on the pavements
wriggling up trunks and along branches
munching leaf to leaf.

Those carefree sunny days
have given way to terror
as motionless, deaf and blind
I feel Your acid-enzyme melt my heart
liquefy all that is earth-bound.

So I abandon any hope of preservation
as, redefined and reinvented
in this dark and secret vault
I’m given a new heart, antenna, legs – and wings?

Entombed–for what?
It’s surely death.
Could it also be
a new and unimagined life?

© 2006 by Violet Nesdoly (All rights reserved)

Thinking about our transformation, that renewing of the mind, I wonder, is it ever done? Until we die physically it seems we must keep dying many little mind-deaths to the sinful thoughts and attitudes that so naturally emerge. We need to keep having our minds renewed and transformed, even though it sometimes feels like death.