Living Bulwark

April 2007 - Vol. 7

Crucifixion - gouache and charcoal By His Stripes We Are Healed

artwork and reflections on
Christ's victory through his
cross and resurrection
by Jamie Treadwell

a criminal’s death
the universe torn and scarred
flesh that’s torn
to raise those of flesh to glory

By His Stripes Healed - acrylic

By His Stripes Healed - Easter
acrylic black cross of man’s woe
ttransformed and cleansed
the stripes of healing
break the curse of sin

The Cross… the Tree of Life
(from writings of Hippolytus, AD 200)
The tree is my everlasting salvation. It is my food, a shared banquet. Its roots and the spread of its branches are my own roots and extension… Its shade I take for my resting place; in my flight from oppressive heat it is the source of refreshing dew for me… Food for my hunger and wellspring for my thirst, it is also covering for my nakedness, with the spirit of life as its leaves… Fearful of God, I find in it a place of safety; when unsteady a source of stability. In the face of a struggle, I look to it as a prize; in victory my trophy.
It is Jacob’s ladder, the passage of angels, at whose summit the Lord is affixed. This tree, the plant of immortality, rears from earth to reach as high as heaven, fixing the Lord between heaven and earth. It is the foundation and stabilizer of the universe, undergirding the world that we inhabit. It is the binding force of the world… It is riveted into a unity by the invisible bonds of the Spirit, so that its connection with God can never be severed. Brushing heaven with its uppermost branches, it remains fixed in the earth, and between the two points, its huge hands completely enfold the stirring of the air. A single whole, it penetrates all things and all places.

Easter Tree
Aquarelle, 2005
He himself bore our sins in his body on the tree, so that we might die to sin and live for righteousness; by his wounds you have been healed. (1 Peter 2:24)

Jamie Treadwell is a noted artist who works in pastels, watercolors and acrylics. He is a member of The Servants of the Word, a lay missionary brotherhood of men living single for the Lord, and he is the Regional Youth Program Director of Kairos in Europe and the Middle-East, the international youth program of The Sword of the Spirit.

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Crucifixion - gouache and charcoal	*By His Stripes We Are Healed* *artwork and reflections on* *Christ's victory through his* *cross and resurrection* *by Jamie Treadwell*
*a criminal’s death* *the universe torn and scarred* *flesh that’s torn* *to raise those of flesh to glory*	By His Stripes Healed - acrylic
By His Stripes Healed - Easter acrylic	*black cross of man’s woe* *ttransformed and cleansed* *the stripes of healing* *break the curse of sin*
The Cross… the Tree of Life (from writings of Hippolytus, AD 200) The tree is my everlasting salvation. It is my food, a shared banquet. Its roots and the spread of its branches are my own roots and extension… Its shade I take for my resting place; in my flight from oppressive heat it is the source of refreshing dew for me… Food for my hunger and wellspring for my thirst, it is also covering for my nakedness, with the spirit of life as its leaves… Fearful of God, I find in it a place of safety; when unsteady a source of stability. In the face of a struggle, I look to it as a prize; in victory my trophy. It is Jacob’s ladder, the passage of angels, at whose summit the Lord is affixed. This tree, the plant of immortality, rears from earth to reach as high as heaven, fixing the Lord between heaven and earth. It is the foundation and stabilizer of the universe, undergirding the world that we inhabit. It is the binding force of the world… It is riveted into a unity by the invisible bonds of the Spirit, so that its connection with God can never be severed. Brushing heaven with its uppermost branches, it remains fixed in the earth, and between the two points, its huge hands completely enfold the stirring of the air. A single whole, it penetrates all things and all places.	Easter Tree Aquarelle, 2005 *He himself bore our sins in his body on the tree, so that we might die to sin and live for righteousness; by his wounds you have been healed. (1 Peter 2:24)*