Art · Writing

A Letter from God…

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My child,

I love you.

You don’t need to compare yourself to other people.  You are unique, unique for a reason.  I made you.

Your worth is not found in what you do, who you’re with, where you are, or how much that person likes you: it is found in who you are, and who your Father is.

Don’t believe the lie that it’s good to never feel happy: that is not my purpose.  I am the joy-giver, the River of Life.  I am hope.

Give away more than you get.

Don’t forget about your family.  They love you, and you are together for a reason.

You don’t have to do this alone.  I am here.

Trust me.

Don’t believe the lies the enemy puts on you: they don’t even make sense anyway.  Listen to my voice.  I am leading you to green pastures and quiet waters.

You can do all things with me by your side.  Don’t put limits on what I can do.  I made the world.  I made the universe.

Be who I made you, not the imitation of someone else.  Be you.

I love you.

I.  Love.  You.

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Video · Writing

Feeling Heard…

It can sometimes feel really difficult to be heard in today’s world.  It feels like no-one really cares about what we think, and we have no real way of expressing our thoughts.  That’s why it’s so important to have that group of family and friends that really listen to you: who really hear you, and care about what you think.  For me, I love being a part of our young adults group and our men’s group at church.  Whether or not I feel it in the moment, I know deep down that there are people in each of those groups who care about me and really hear me.

Still, another thing I love to do when I want to share some thoughts and feelings I have is to make videos.  Sometimes it’s something more serious, related to how I feel about the fact that the world seems to really be going down the toilet.  But often, its just to give my opinion on seemingly unimportant things: like music or TV shows or video games.  It’s just a good feeling to share what your thinking about something you’re interested in, and compare it to what other people think.  I’ve loved rooting through all the YouTube videos right now passionately debating the quality of the most recent season of Game of Thrones, and the implications it has for the last season next year!

So, given this, I’ve decided to give regular YouTube uploads another go, starting up a brand new series called ‘I Just Played…’  Essentially, it’s just going to be me talking about things that I enjoy, starting with video games.  There’s gonna be a couple of variations, like ‘I Just Watched…’ and ‘I Just Read…’ — I’m just gonna see how it goes!  Going to hopefully upload a new video every Friday.

It might seem very insignificant, but I’ve already had a bunch of fun recording the first couple of episodes, and it felt really good just to talk about some dumb, fun stuff!  At least now, if anyone want to find out my real thoughts on Dragon Age: Inquisition, they can — I’ll be heard!

First episode up TOMORROW!

Thanks everyone,
Rory (:

Art · Writing

Soul Survivor Scotland

I’ve had such an awesome week down at Soul Survivor Scotland as a youth leader with WCC Youth.  They are such an incredible group of young people; it’s a constant privileged to get to hang out with them.

It was absolutely amazing to see 1,000+ young people meeting with God in a really powerful way, encountering his real love for them, and making brand new friendships with people from all across Scotland.

Really hope I can be a part of it all again next year!

Ps: here’s a wee lil’ sketch of our campsite… (:

Writing

*Short Story* – ‘Haunting’

(I wrote this in 2010 as part of my creative folio for Higher English.  It’s very, very over-the-top and really hyperbolic, but still remember having a bunch of fun writing it (:

My inspiration for the main character was Yassen Gregorovich from Anthony Horowitz’s ‘Alex Rider’ series, and for the setting it was the ‘Escape From Colditz’ board-game and the second level of ‘James Bond 007 Nightfire’ for the PS2!)



‘HAUNTING’

 

The fortress stood before him, an imposing outline in the winter Scottish valley.  Moonlit.  His merciless posture seemed to shrink its immensity.  He had no real name: it had been forgotten long ago.  They called him Haunter, the image of a living ghost.  His target was inside, known only as the General.  He didn’t care why they had to die.  He didn’t care about what they had done.  He only cared about the money.  He was the ultimate mercenary.  He took a step back, fading into the cold.

 

He stole over to the side of the building, looking back to survey the path he had taken through the battalion of guards and the several searchlights defending it.  He turned, and threw himself to the ground.  Two guards walked past, but he went unseen: his dark clothes merging with the shadows.  Then he was up again, moving like spilt oil.  He made his way towards the guardhouse, gliding over the gravel, almost soundlessly.  He looked in the window, seeing three uniformed men lounging in the warmth.  They were laughing, oblivious to the fatal venom closing in.  Heartlessly, Haunter drew his gun.  He aimed.  Three muffled coughs divided the night, finding their targets.

 

He rose up the stairs.  Another guard appeared.  A woman.  For a second she was paralyzed with fear, then tried to shout.  The noise never left her mouth.  A silver blur glinted in the artificial light, ending an existence.  He removed his knife; blood glistened on the blade.  The body slumped to the floor.  Ruthlessly, he continued on.

 

He was in the library.  The General was through the door, at the far end of the room.  The stacks of books acted liked guards, blocking his way.  But they were powerless against his pitilessness.  A naked light bulb hung from the ceiling, barely illuminating the gloom.  It flickered out, as if he had extinguished it.  Haunter paused and closed his eyes; focusing his mind. He opened the door.

 

There was the General, sitting to the left of the large table, listening patiently to a man avidly making a point.  The meeting taking place was drawing to a close, the eleven participants beginning to shuffle their papers and pick up their briefcases.  Haunter was on the balcony, spying on the khaki-dressed men and women below him.  He wasn’t concerned with what had been discussed.  It was irrelevant.  The cold-blood pulsed through his veins, as he moved in.

 

His target was the last to leave the room.  The General placed his jacket over his forearm and, picking up his briefcase, moved towards the door.

 

Haunter dropped to the floor, noiselessly.  He promptly cut off the General’s only escape, standing casually, but ready to strike.  His target froze, defenceless.

 

Now, invincible, Haunter once again drew his knife; it was still fresh with crimson blood.  The General was backing away.  He let out a shout, but nobody came to his aid.  Nobody ever did.  Sweat began dripping down the sides of the General’s face; the floor swaying beneath him.

 

He advanced, raising his weapon; each step a tidal wave of callousness and fear.  His feet didn’t seem to touch the ground, but still they clicked ominously on the tile floor.  They were counting down the seconds to the inevitable.

 

The General began withdrawing backwards, faster and faster.  But he was unable to keep his eyes from his killer.  He was hypnotised.

 

Haunter was expressionless.

 

The General’s voice was reduced to a high-pitched squeak as he desperately tried to negotiate with the brutal monster before him.  But he only met silence.  Suddenly, he toppled over a chair; clattering to the ground.  The General’s body went rigid, his face fixed in an expression of pure horror.  He let out a whimper, a cry of mercy.

 

Haunter’s face didn’t change at all.  It was unmoved, remorseless. Uncaring.

 

Inhumane.

 

He raised his knife one last time, and then stabbed down.

 

A klaxon began. The bodies had been discovered; the catalysts of mass panic.  Red lights flashed on and off. Doors opened and closed.  There were shouts, screams.  A multitude of guards flooded out of the building, disoriented, half-dressed and confused.  They were running around blindly, searching for the invisible threat that had already slipped away.

 

The next target had been located.  The last already forgotten…

Art · Writing

how will you grow?

This week I’ve been away at a worship leaders conference called ‘The Week’ down in Birmingham with Worship Central.  It’s been such an amazing time: incredible, incredible teaching, and such sweet times of worship.

One of the images that Ken Costa shared was about how the hopes and dreams each of us have are sort of like acorns.  These acorns can either die as young saplings, or grow into strong oak trees.

I don’t know about you, but I want all of my hopes and dreams to grow strong…

Art · Writing

A new heart.

Sometimes our heart can feel so broken: battered and bruised; beyond all hope of saving; “I’m too far gone”…

But I believe that God loves YOU.  I believe that God made YOU.  I believe that God has the power to transform your life, to transform your heart and make it new.  To take away all the hurt, the pain, the struggle, and replace it with hope and joy everlasting.

He is willing.  He only asks that we call on His name.

“Father, Dad, I need You…”

Video · Writing

When Pokémon meets Star Wars…

I have really loved making and recording all of my Pokémon videos.

I would say that I’ve had four main ‘seasons’: my let’s play of Red, my (unsuccessful) ‘evolocke’ of Crystal, my (successful) ‘nuzlocke’ of Ruby, and my short-but-sweet playthrough of Sun (with little bits of Mario, Metroid, Battlefront and Contra intermingled in between!)  I think somewhere in the middle of playing Crystal I reached the peak of my YouTubbing proficiency, regularly uploading three episodes a week, and really enjoying every episode I recorded.

However, what I loved maybe even more than playing the actual game was crafting this weird, crazy backstory behind all my videos.  It all started with me doing a Marvel-post-credit-esque scene after I ‘died’ in my Crystal evolocke (all of my Pokémon fainted in heart-breaking fashion as I battled the the Elite Four – “Hard times!”)  In the clip I was confronted by a mysterious character, who offered me a chance at Pokémon-playing “redemption”.

Over time these extra scenes escalated further and further, and eventually I ended up recording the above video, affectionately and pretentiously named: ‘To Catch A Jigglypuff”.  There are deaths, wild animals, a lightsaber battle, secret maps, pop-culture references, and all sorts of other craziness.  Out of all the videos I’ve made so far in my life it’s my favourite, and the one I’m most proud of.

Hope you enjoy it! (:

(Ps: the Pokémon Platinum Egglocke will happen… maybe…….. someday…)