I’m sure you’ve been wondering what side project I’ve been working on that’s made site updates so few and far between lately. I’ve been assigned to a bulk of the labor on the The Quarter Guy’s site, working with him and a small crew on the “One Million Quarters in just One Month” project. And not surprisingly it’s turned out to be an even bigger task than expected. We’re both starting to think we may have gotten in way over our heads, which has accounted for all the high drama in front of the lens. But there’s no backing out now. Watch the video, then visit the site for details on how you can take part in the challenge.
I’d like to introduce you to Rebekah. A while back she sent me letters explaining how bothered she was about the things I’d done and said about Jesus. After a full back & forth (The Rebekah Knight Files) where I compared Jesus to a clay skull worshiped blindly by cults, I received another correspondence from her where she described a dream she’d just had about me, and Jesus, and God. Being the snarky cartoonist that I am, I could not help but illustrate that dream for her. This is how all of that went.
I wonder if you remember me, I am one of the people in your so called ‘hate mail’ section. (although there was no hate in me in my correspondence to you) ;0)
I wrote to you quite some time ago, and we had a few conversations. I felt then that God had spoken to me that you would have a saul experience, where by God came and showed himself to Saul, (who was at the time a man who persecuted christians) Made Saul blind for three days, and when he was restored, he was told to go and preach the gospel of Christ. He was renamed Paul.
Recently someone wrote to me and reminded me of our conversations, I often think of you from time to time, This morning I was in a spiritual vision with Jesus and he showed me you. For some reason he named you Rodney, which comes from the word Hroda, a Germanic name meaning “fame”.
You were dressed as Satan with red face paint on and horns and you stood before Jesus feeling a little silly, as he gently washed off the paint. He was very kind and gentle with you. Then he started to do a work on you, I saw him replace your heart and breathe new life into you.
He kept pounding you with waves of his power, 3 times, he got you to stand but you fell, again he lifted you, but you fell, then he shouted into your inner most being “ARISE!!!! I AM ALIVE!!!!!!” it was as if all power in heaven and earth shook when he shouted those words.
You arose, strong and tall then you flopped into a throne like chair.
Jesus walked over to a skull that was placed on a rock, he brought it to you, he put it in your face and said to you, “I am not this, am I?”
You shook your head. “This”, he said throwing the skull down, “is YOU!” At these words the skull crumbled and turned to dust.
…at which he said “Ashes to ashes, dust to dust… I am not dead am I? I am very much alive!”
You sat in silence as he spoke. You knew the truth of which he spoke, but your pride did not want to acknowledge the truth.. You said to him, “But what about my powers? What about my Fame? I cant just let go of all that!”
I stood in shock as I had not seen this side of Jesus before, I asked Jesus what he was doing to you? Why were you fighting?
He replied, “His heart is far from me…” With these words a cross appeared on the floor and God himself came and lay you on it… He had tied your hands and your feet and he drew his arms as if to strike you, you cried out, O.K!
With that Jesus stood between you and God and prevented the judgement of God from killing you, (Jesus has taken your place on that cross) Only if we believe in him, that he is the son of God, that he died and rose again, will we be saved.
I then saw a reluctant you, lie down and then something happened, you went back in time as you just lay, to a time as a little boy…. Jesus was by your side and he was in the chair next to your bed, he was watching over you as a little boy and you felt safe, he leaned forward, filled with paternal love for you and kissed your cheek.
At this you reached out your hand and hugged him, he embraced you and I saw you become one in love, like a loving parent and child.
I believe that Jesus still wants and is constantly trying to get your attention, he is a loving God, and will stop at nothing to regain you as his child. Your heart has grown cold and hardened toward his love, but he will eventually seek you and find you. I believe this with all my heart.
Hope this letter finds you well, Love and blessings. Rebekah. myspace.com/ beddyboodles
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The next day after viewing my illustrations I heard back from Rebekah:
“I love it!! funny how you seemed to capture it so well..same perspective as I saw it almost every time!
Today is my last day in Chicago before I go back home to NYC tomorrow morning, and I had an unbelievable time here with my brothers and their families, and a couple friends who I got to see. In fact, I got to spend some time with my friend Super Chic Trisha Star, and we discussed quite seriously the idea of a Normal Bob Smith tour. A party which, in 2007, would be hosted by me, organized by her, that would have several random dates and locations across the USA. She throws parties. That’s what she does for a living! And now that I’m touring more with the movie to Universities and film festivals, the door has been opened for such a project. So get your plaid skirts and party horns ready.
Hey, you wanna know how much hate mail MohammedDressup.com has gotten since I posted it over a month ago? Care to venture a guess? 40 letters? 100 letters? 1,000 letters? How about this… to give you a hint, Jesus Dress Up to date has brought in roughly 7,000 email complaints since I first posted it 6 years ago. Now are you ready to guess? Okay, here’s the answer: Muhammad Dress Up has brought in, *one last tally* okay, exactly ZERO hate letters! Not one! And here people were telling me to live the remainder of my short-ass life in hiding! Christians trumpeting the unbridled lunacy of Muslims, counting the days to when my head is no longer attached to my shoulders! Hate mailers daring me to tempt the itchy guillotine-switch-finger of America’s Muslim community! And I have yet to receive even one “you suck.”
I’m ashamed of myself for even humoring the idea of a threat at all. And anyone who’s out there promoting the idea that we should succumb to the “terror” we’ve dreamt up ourselves should be set straight. We seriously don’t even realize how programed we all are to be Chicken Littles at the drop of a doodle. That said, I suggest sending me no more emails telling me how gutsy I am for posting the site, or how proud you are of me for putting my life on the line for the cause. I just might dedicate pg 300 to fans who seem to be fantasizing about me being the first artist beheaded for a drawing.
That said, isn’t it fun having Satan’s Salvation back? And the Prophet Muhammad lends himself so wonderfully to it. I can’t wait to illustrate the next 10 episodes I’ve written when I get back. I love that comic so much.
Also, today my Wikipedia article became official, losing its “Up for deletion” title. I totally appreciate being deemed notable. I’m still a sucker for any sort of recognition at all. I mean, I love guys like Dawkins and Harris, but they totally trump anything I’m doing, ten-fold. But I still have dreams of changing that to 7-fold, or 3-fold, or maybe even no folds at all in the coming years.