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Art Bus Project- Brooklyn Phlogg, Chapter One
Chapter One (sort of) – A Brooklyn Phlogg
Don’t cry becuase it’s over, smile because it happened”– Dr. Seuss
If things start happening, don’t worry, don’t stew, just go right along and you’ll start happening too.– Dr. Seuss
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The Little Art Bus That Could {Joy Comes To The Subway}
This is a story.
And like any good story you should use your imagination.
All good stories, really good stories, have the same elements.
They have suspense, hope, love, forgiveness, the element of surprise, scarey parts, funny parts, laughter, tears, love, and the good guy always wins.
In this story you will find all these elements of story and more, woven together to form a beautiful story, a tale, a parable, a love story, and the good guy wins in the end because He has already won.
The battle is won. And He is victorious.
But every day we have the privilege of living our individual stories, our own beautiful stories of life and love and giving and partaking and seeing the world and walking out life with others. Â Always with others. Â Never alone. Always in community. Always as a team.
And what story doesn’t have big bold beautiful pictures that tell along with the words.
Aren’t they often the best part. A word will grab you and show and tell you. I am a lover of words and believer in the power of words. But they work as a team in tandem with the photographs capturing joy and hope and work and play at the perfect time. With precision in love.
We alway want those action verbs, oh use those action verbs those teachers of writers tell the writers.
So this is the part where the good student shows with words and pictures. Â The pictures are story in technicolor.
The words will come tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, because the writer is weary and the words, well they need to marinate and process a bit longer in the story. Linger there. Â Wait there, for their story to be unveiled and be revealed.
But because you came and because you asked, I will give you some clues to the story, just as the clues were taped to the subway wall, and you can write a story all your very own in your heart and mind.
One about this story, and you will probably be very very close to the Truth.
Here are some clues, and some action verbs to spark your very vivid, creative imaginations.
Daring Dilemna
Patiently Waiting
Curious Onlookers
Joyful Strangers
Hurry Up and Wait
Offering Forgiveness
Accepting Forgiveness
Through the Roof
Begging Forgivenss
Crazy Laughter
Bone Tired
Heart of Gratitude
Off To The Ball Park
Homebody Buddies
Crazy Love Wrapped In Fur
Creator God Speaks To His People Through His People
Community Bonded In Service
Hospitality Speaks A Common Language
Framing A Story
Framing A Picture
Framing a Life’s Dream
Healing With Joy
Reaching Across with Words
Reaching Out With Voices of Hope
Not the End…..
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Rolling With It Through Brooklyn–Day One
Will you pop over here and see the beginning of this exciting ministry (artbusproject.org)
Oh God is so good.
What a privilege.
Amazing grace.
Savoring the fresh memories of discovering Brooklyn, her beauty, her people and especially thanking her for lending us her lovely white subway tile walls for ministry.
Words across, words down.
Clues calling out to the weary and the lonely.
A crossword puzzle taped to a wall crosses cultures and languages and invites.
Come solve me. Come gather around the word. The words bridge between the north and the south.
The words carry love.
The clues intrigue and offer a word of Hope, of community, of Love and of Grace.
Eyes of the lonely stare empty curious. Eyes of the skeptic glance at the grace.
Eyes of the mind and heart pause then enter in the game, the fellowship, the team work, before the train comes.
And after the train comes.
A subway,our Creative God, and two screaming yellow buses.
And the story continues, as we roll out of Brooklyn.
Amazed by Grace.
Three in one and one in three–Fourteen Down. And the answer was and always is, the Trinity.
We have felt the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit deep in the bowels of Brooklyn.
wynnegraceappears
elizabeth w. marshall 