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Name: T Jara
Gender: Male
Interests: The Author and Savior, Filmmaking, Writing Topiary Haikus, Making Films about Me Writing Topiary Haikus, Surfing, Snowboarding, Tennis, Squash (as in the vegetable), Writing Dylan-esque guitar songs...No one has ever landed on the moon, it's a conspiracy!
Expertise: Free Diving through multiple Thermoclines
Occupation: Film Maker
Industry: Film Making
Message: message me
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Member Since:
6/15/2006
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| What would it be like to see God heal the sick, open the eyes of the blind, make the deaf hear again, and raise the lame to walk? Now, what if this wasn't a rare occurrence, but he did this every single day?
I just got in from Colombia, shooting a documentary about healing miracles, and I can safely say it has been one of the wildest, tripping-est, most life changing times of my life. I personally saw all of those above miracles and more, almost every single day! God is still the same God as Acts, and he still shows His mighty power to those who believe. He is an awesome God!
Colombia isn't exactly a safe place, I think it has the worlds highest murder rate or some other pleasant number like that. It's under a lot of oppression: add together some guerrilas from the mountains constantly planting bombs in parquades, two warring parties of the drug cartel, and a whole lot of witchcraft and occultism, and there you'll have Colombia. But God is also raising up a mighty remnant of youth there whose faith and trust in Him is staggering. The people there are beautiful, and just like most people, they are a hurting, aching people, with a big hole in their lives. A big hole they have filled with drugs, murder or witchcraft. One of the most powerful experiences was seeing the way these people were transformed by Jesus' love and peace. A peace that passes all understanding...
We spent five days in a city called Cali where we went to several churches and ministered. At night, however, we would go to a public park and pray for anyone who wished it. At first the people would be rather leery, but as soon as they saw someone healed they would crowd around, eager to be prayed for.
A few times, a troubled and troubling looking group would gather on the outskirts. These people were looking to kidnap one of the Americans we were told. So seeing this group, we would quickly load back onto the bus.
To be Continued...
So now I'm off to start editing and logging the hours off footage I shot there.
Gary Oates is receiving the testimony of someone miraculously healed.
Tommy, Matthew, Pacho, and Tim at El Cristo Rey above Cali
Praying for a Stroke Victim
Looking out the Hotel Window in Cali
Taping at an outdoor meeting
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| Lately I've been thinking of life. Sometimes I look at it, and it seems kind of random.
Have you ever looked at the things around you, the people around you, even the thoughts and concepts around you and wonder how they all relate? They all have to inter-connect, right? Sometimes to ease my peace of mind, I try to find a relation between my relative happiness and another's grief. But most of the time, things just don't seem to be influencing each other the way they should. I guess figuratively, they appear to be Islands, unbridged, oblivious to one another. Dots...if you will.
The other day I was making a photo copy of a newspaper. It had a picture of a broccoli floret(?) I had some use for (strangely enough). On the copier I enlarged the picture about 500% and out came a wonderful, unintelligible picture of black and white blobs...or dots.
I think most of the time, we're looking at our life through a magnifying glass, seeing dots that seem to be uninterested in the dots around them. We have no way to step back and look at it from a larger perspective. I think thats what God does, He gives us the viewpoint to see that there is some sort of order to all those random things that seem to collide and coalesce and otherwise behave in a manner unsuitable for a well behaved Dot. I don't think that He shows us the whole picture, not at once anyways, but He shows us there IS a picture to be seen. There IS some sort of order to all the joy, pain, death, grief and everything else in the world. All those little dots, when viewed from the right place, make a picture!
Now, does that make me ignorant, wanting to believe there's a bigger picture to all the stuff I go through, all the different agonies and ecstasies that make up life? Am I a wishful thinker? Or maybe it's wishful thinking that all those blobs are just there randomly, unconnected, and doing their own thing.
Well on a different note, I just figured out (thanks luke) that you could post a song up here. Thus being the case, I'll put up a song my brother and I did for the Holidays. It was kind of an inside joke, just for fun thing, but since it has a reference to Carbon Monoxide poisoning, I thought it had a place on this blog.
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| In all the World, the Bombs, the Bliss
The Eager Hugs, the Hearts that Miss
In the great and unchallenged Empire State of the South, today is New Year's Eve (as indubitably it is in much of this nation's remaining statehoods). The weather is gray and rainy, the holiday lights twinkle most gloomily, and even the internet connexion© is rather sluggish. My environs, I suspect, are sensing the impending termination of their holiday careers. I won't hide from you, my readers, the fact that earlier this morning, in a short spell between breakfast and a good teeth scrub, I felt much the same way.
The extended network of family that had come here for the festivities (though not exclusively I hope), have since departed. They left in their place small reminders of the good times that call themselves the Holiday Season. Looking out from my small blogging den I see: a small pile of green fur, once a venerable Big Foot Skin, empty cans of salted, sugared and buttered popcorn and assorted nuts... Indeed, now that I look at it, our house is rather in shambles.
There is still much to look forward to though. I have heard through various whisperings that my neighbors have graduated past the use of celebratory shotgun blasts and are actually going to use foreign manufactured fireworks for this midnight celebration. But it's raining. (Not to exclude the possibility of them celebrating inside, using much of the same explosive devices).
Truthfully though, I'm not feeling as forlorn as my monochromatic words may reflect. I'm feeling thankful for this New Year which God is providing.
On the other side of this Gwynne Cloud, as a great Welsh Poet once said, There sytes God's rainbowes on Gowan Stryie. I'm not sure what that means but it's there in text, for your pondering.
Happy New Year, and Blessed one for your Kyne!
In other news:
Here is a short movie we made a few weeks ago, http://www.rockyfarmstudio.com/DitchDig.mov
And here is Luke Kallberg, strangely mistreating and abusing our Great Georgian Pluton: Stone Mountain.
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| Well, since I'm writing this blog, I decided to use sentences.
We're making a short movie, it's about bigfoot. Here's some production photos...
Sadly, he looks more kin to Oscar the Grouch.
More on this later.
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