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Hi Alain,

In my church we have a deaf Christian I have been helping for almost three years now.
Yesterday we were at my home with another deaf gentleman who wants to know more about Jesus. 

We explained the gospel to him in sign language but it honestly wasn’t easy to explain spiritual ideas.

I was going on about sin, repentance...

Then I went to get a little booklet that you made, it explains the gospel just with pictures.

Straightaway that spoke right to him, and he kept on asking questions as he went on in his ‘reading’.
Then, when he saw the ‘clean’ little guy and the cross covered in blood on the ground, he went, ‘Oh! The sin isn’t there any more, it’s on the cross!’ 

Little by little he really understood, and he summed it up ‘So Jesus saves us from our sin.’

He wanted to receive Jesus too, but, because of his reserve, preferred to do this on his own at home.
So we explained to him how to do it and went on to share our testimonies with him.
All of that was to encourage you and thank you for your pictures which really are tools to the glory of God.
Your little booklets speak to the deaf, and I think that they can also speak to children.


God bless, Alain!
Hélène

 

Your message is terrific!!!
What an encouragement for me and all who work with me in the studio!
Would you mind if I published your message just as it is? 

It would be such an encouragement for all those who support me too…

Alain

 

Yes, no problem, go ahead! 
Pleased that it’s an encouragement for you.

I am going to order several of those little booklets – they’re so convenient. 

Thanks for your gift

Hélène

 

A cartoon book without words

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Leaving the house this morning, I had the impression of being entwined in an entanglement of roots of insoluble problems… I take the path which goes inside this huge temple that is the forest and which leads me to the feet of its God.
“Lord, I no longer see any way out of my situation, other than simply trusting you…”
I must have taken a different track from usual as I find myself in a wonderful meadow at the top of a verdant hill. From there, I admire in the distance the sun filtering a new day through the mists rising up from the vast fields of the valley (it’s beautiful, huh?).
It dawns on me that all around me nature is sprouting hundreds of thousands of new shoots.
A peace like the dew settles gently on me…

Good news: Peace does not depend on circumstances…

 

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Saturday 5 March 2016, somewhere on a motorway in Switzerland...

This road, rolling by in a monotonous way, is actually a really good opportunity to have a tête-à-tête with God, isn’t it? But, to tell you the truth, my prayers sometimes sound as hollow as that banal ‘How are you?’ two passers-by in a hurry to get home might exchange. 

Good grief, Alan! Get a grip of yourself, you’re talking to your Dad*, to someone you love!... 

OK, I’ll focus!

Amongst other things, we talk about my cartoon that came out 3 years ago:
‘When all’s said and done, I have to thank you that it didn’t do well right away...
No - seriously - Lord, cos otherwise I probably wouldn’t’ve had the time to bring out my book A date in the forest. But couldn’t you do something now?
Remember, I used to love to say that that cartoon would touch millions of people! And we’re so far away from that...’ 

*affectionate nickname for God

 

Buzzzz...
That very day, a complete stranger of Russian nationality posts one of those cartoons I was just talking about (there are five of them in all) on his Facebook page. And just a few days later, this is brought to my attention through a post on my Facebook wall...
Hey, what does this writing mean: 3.4M? That really can’t be what I think it is. My doubt is sufficiently great for me to decide to consult a specialist on the matter and I go into his private den (my teenage son’s bedroom, if you prefer)...
My Benjamin is slumped over his desk, busy doing magic things on his computer, but when I see his eyes jump out, I understand that it really is a matter of... 3.5 million views !!

 

And the story goes on !!
Following on from this phenomenon, the studio, Moondog Animation, has decided to reactivate their procedures, with the aim of producing new episodes. A crowdfunding has just been launched that you can all take part in: more information on www.willygrunch.com



To see the cartoon: https://www.facebook.com/goodfulru/videos/546783215503169/?pnref=story

My Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/A.Auderset

 

 

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Autumn 2015 (3 years later)

A time to harvest
I sometimes have the impression that I’m a kind of gardener here on earth, with the responsibility of growing trees directly imported from the Garden of Eden. As far as I’m concerned, they are essentially artistic. Their fruits have a taste of good humour and produce faith when we bite into them (yes, really!). I owe these wonders to Jesus, the Sun of Eden. Without a daily session sunning themselves by His side, my fruits would be seriously lacking in vitamins...
Each of them demands constant attention and grows very slowly! Take the musical orange tree, for example, it took no less than 5 years before producing its first fruit in the form of the CD Saahsal (alternative rock)! The same is true for the DVD with the sweet and sour taste of Lemon–Man-Show (The One Man Show). As for the comic book tree, it benefits from the accumulated care it has received from us, and, as a result, only takes one or two years to bear its fruit. As for the woodland fruits growing in the shade of my Appointments in the Forest (Volume 2), they will soon be ripe. 
‘Chance’ has decreed that almost all these fruits reach maturity at the same time...Not something you see every day in the workshop! 

The envoy 1
I’m already busy watering a new, still tiny, comic-book tree, when I hear the telephone ringing over my shoulder. It’s probably because I haven’t quite emerged from my drawing that I don’t put up more resistance to his strange request... At the other end of the line, a doctor suggests that I have a consultation with him so that he can speak to me about “something”. Aaargh, probably a psychiatrist looking for a hopeless case...
It’s sufficiently strange for me to have the urge to do the washing up….. (‘cos I do it while chatting to God…). I have a distinct thought which comes to me suddenly from the invisible person I’m conversing with, and which ends up whetting my curiosity….well, well, well…...you’d think that He was behind this appointment…. 
I get lots of visits at the workshop; and, my goodness, at times some of them are stranger than others …. (maybe one of my exotic plants exudes an hallucinogenic substance into the air!?) but, actually, I welcome such visits with particular attention.
The doctor, a laid-back but thoughtful person, explains to me that the Lord has commissioned him to create a group aimed at supporting my work.
Inside my head, I’m thinking: ‘Lord, so you really had heard that request after all…?!’
I had got a whole pallet of Spanish comic books reprinted, which for the moment are merely gathering dust in a corner of my workshop.

(Following the episode in the Canary Islands, http://evangelicalfocus.com/magazine/795/The_Canaries_a_dream) ….and, what do you know, the doctor sets off with 300 of them under his arm with, as his first mission: making it known (!)

 
The envoy 2
A few days later, I’m just wondering how I’m going to cope with the imminent bumper crops, when one of my friends and counsellors turns up at the studio.
‘Alain, d’you remember your Comic Book Without Words? Why hasn’t it come out? I think that something needs to be done about it, so I’ve consulted two other friends (one of them being the doctor!) and between us we have decided to finance the printing. Here’s the money for a first edition (of 5,000 copies)...
‘Lord….seriously ? Now ?!’
 
A time for responses
So, in the end, I was present at the birth of that Comic Book Without Words*, as well as of the Auderset support group, whose principle mission, for the moment, is to help me distribute the former. 
Following this (the telephone often rings right into my flat), I have had numerous requests that are out of the ordinary. Here’s one particularly meaningful one: 
‘Hallo Alain, we need your help! We’d like to reach the prostitutes in my town with the message of Christ’s love, but unfortunately, they all speak a multitude of very different foreign languages, couldn’t you produce a comic book without words?
‘Man, that’s crazy! It’s only just come out...!!’
How heart-warming to see that everything had been planned in advance like that, and that, at last, I’m participating in a project which is so much bigger than I am, in every way... So the silence of all those years wasn’t a question of falling behind or of failure, but a question of seasons.
Only the Master of Time really knows them, whether for our lives or for our projects. Whatever happens, let’s remain confident in this invisible hand into which we have placed them. Some days later, the Comic Book Without Words set off to a similar charity, working amongst prostitutes in Geneva (without any consultation with the first charity)...
The book has also been ordered to be used in a prison setting, as well as for other fantastic projects….. 

The story continues
It’s only taken three weeks to run completely out of stock, but thanks to a new gift, we’ve been able to print another 7,500 copies (with Biblical references translated into 4 languages). Recently, a special edition has been ordered by a Swiss mission. The echoes of people touched by this funny little book are beginning to reach my ears... I’ll probably have the opportunity to talk to you about them another time. 

In the iTunes store, iBook, etc.
Another fantastic thing: My comic book Conventional Wisdom (as well as Robi, Marcel and Willy Grunch) is now available in a digital version in French, English, German and Spanish. 

With Saahsal, (www.saahsal.com) the music group, we’re playing more and more often in real hotspots of rock... May your thoughts towards us be as fertiliser for our creativity!

*to see Comic book without words for yourself, follow the link: www.auderset.com/bd-sans-parole


part 1    part 2    part 3 "
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The finishi….starting line!

The missionary organisation in question covers an enormous area largely composed of lawn. It's almost as if they wanted to put that fitted carpet, omnipresent inside, also on the outside. But there are also artificial ponds and trees surrounded by flowers with such care that it’s as if something doesn’t quite match with reality. A private, luxuriant forest surrounds their offices, which are themselves also meticulously well-ordered in a building that looks as if it is carved into the rock. I have the impression of being an envoy from Europe who has come in quest of reinforcements from the United States army. In a few minutes I’ll be late…..

Before entering the feudal domain, I have to cross a barricade with guards who ask to see our papers. Are they really expecting me in such a place? The security guard removes any remaining doubts as he removes the barrier. The road is so clean that it looks as if it has just been drawn for a children’s book of fairy-tales and legends. A delegation, all wearing ties, is waiting for me at the entrance and welcomes me, just like the technical team of a Formula One racing driver, they show me the toilets, pat me on the shoulder, sympathising with my misfortunes.

The toilets are so luxurious that you feel guilty about going (it’s a bit like pooing in a salad bowl placed in the middle of the living-room table). For the little Swiss guy that I am, everything is excessive here, but I refuse categorically to judge what I see, I’m just in another dimension with other rules. I wet my head under the tap to chase away as best I can the last shreds of tiredness. It’s time! In a jiffy I find myself on a platform. The audience is staring at me, curious to hear what this guy from nowhere has to say to them…(unless it’s because of the water still running down my face).

 

1st meeting

I don't have much vocabulary in English, but what I have I give to them in good heart, but at any rate, it's with the latter (my heart) that I speak. My sharing has the same effect as a key, giving me access to their hearts. Emotion can be seen on their faces. From now on, whenever I cross paths with someone from this closed world, they will recognise me as being the little guy that Jesus found thanks to a Christian comic book thrown in a bin…..

 

The testimony of K.

When I finish, a respectable elderly man sits down at my table and shares his testimony with me:
‘I was a junkie, lost in New York and, like you, I had nothing at the start but I found Jesus in a rehab centre. When I telephoned my father, a practising Jew, to tell him, he wept. My mother took the phone from him and said to me:
“Your father isn’t crying with sadness, but with joy, because we too have found Jesus and we’ve been praying for you for a long time…..”
Ten years later I become head of the centre. Reagan, the United States president in person comes to visit my business and congratulate me on its good management. I have become one of the bosses of McDonald’s aid sector, I’m here now sharing my expertise for my neighbour…..’

The guy pats me on the shoulder and leaves. I’ll learn later that he is one of the big bosses of the place, that his presence on that day is exceptional and that after listening to me, he passes on the message to those who are to see me to take my work seriously.

 

Amazing! Awesome! Wonderful!

What enthusiasm on seeing my drawings! (You’d think they had all just won the lottery!)

Everyone seems in favour. The director offers me a week at a hotel! After my time of sharing, I am invited to several meals, you’d think that all the doors of the country had been opened! They are talking of a future tour so that I can give my testimony and interviews with TV companies, meetings with key figures. The director is already asking me to present them with a draft version of ‘Comic Book Without Words 2’!

 

Return to (my) earth

During the return flight, I have something of the impression of returning victorious from a battle, I have the impression of having my suitcases full of promises. But I am happy to be back in the workshop in my little country that I love, because even if I have to confront its nagging problems of survival, it is nevertheless my homeland whose logic I understand better.

A short time has passed and the mission writes to tell me that they are not going to get involved in my comic book project. But when I ask them, I insist on knowing what the problem is, I get no answer. So I tell them that, if it’s a question of money, I agree to do it for free, because the aim of reaching all these people comes before my interests….but no-one replies to me any more. The line goes dead….

 

Failure

At the end of the day, I find myself back at square one, without any more results….

Why? After all, I was sincerely counting on God’s intervention! (?) Maybe something will come out of all of this later on… (or not)

Resigned, I place the book in a drawer, (next to the Spanish project) and decide to go back to other projects. But before that…..I sleep.

part 1  part 2  part 4

 

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