FINDING JESUS

Finding Jesus by Lynne Cheson

July fourth weekend started with me being bored and in need of some entertainment.  It could have turned out to be one drearier weekend in my life–except for one thing.  I found Jesus.  Big deal you might say. People are finding Jesus everyday.  Mine was a little different than most, though.  You see I found Jesus in a Kmart parking lot in Closter, New Jersey.

Maybe this needs some more explanation. You see, I was all alone. My twenty-one year old daughter, Alexi was spending three days of sun, fun and beach time at the Hamptons, while my eldest daughter, Nicole was at a swimming pool at the local JCC with her husband and their two children, my grandchildren–Aidan and Sophia.  I felt myself sinking into a depression and knew I had to snap out of it quickly. In a short while I came up with an excuse to get me out of the house. My day became a search for lawn furniture cushions.  Kmart was the closest store in my area that might have what I wanted.

I grabbed my keys, went into my car and drove less than ten miles to my destination. I was surprised to see that the parking lot was more than half full for a holiday weekend. It was a sunny bright day after all.  I found a parking spot as close as I could to the stores entrance, then jumped out of the car with a mission. After I walked a few feet towards the welcoming doors a glint on the parking lot macadam hit my eyes.  I stopped, looked at the tiny sparkle in the giant parking lot and swooped down for a better view.  Sure enough there was something shiny on the gritty tar streaked ground.  I picked it up and took an even closer look.  It was a figure.  I adjusted my eyeglasses and immediately identified the object.  It was a teeny, tiny golden Jesus.  Less than an inch long and if you counted the outstretched arms a little less than three quarters of an inch wide.  He was some type of tinny metal, very bendable and paper thin–he had a lot of sparkle though.  I placed him in the palm of my hand and quickly decided to hold on to my little Jesus for dear life.  After all I held the icon of many millions and at that moment I felt the responsibility of the ages. I glanced around the lot to see if anyone was looking as though they lost Jesus but there wasn’t anyone around.  The parking lot was deserted and so I proceeded towards Kmart.

I had a dilemma.  What to do with my little icon.  I certainly couldn’t throw it away. The answer was easy enough. It didn’t take too long for me to claim it as my own. After I made my decision I obviously didn’t want Jesus to slip through my fingers, therefore as I walked into the store, I put him carefully in a small empty pouch in my handbag and headed towards the outdoor furniture and garden department.

I didn’t know what to think.  Maybe someone was devastated with the loss of their Jesus?  Maybe they went to the manager and had asked if anyone had found him?  Who knew?  I realized the importance of my find and the task I now had.  I had to at least make an attempt to give the Jesus back to its owner. But how I wondered?

Pushing away the strong thought of keeping him, instead I made an earnest attempt to bring Jesus and its true owner back together, and so I fished in my handbag for a piece of paper and a pen.  That done, I quickly wrote a large note:  If anyone has lost Jesus, I want you to know that I found him.  I gave my home phone and even my cell phone number, including a quick description. Found: one extremely tiny shiny Jesus, arms outstretched. He is less than an inch high and maybe the same across the arms.  Then I continued off to my original mission–red chair cushions.

I didn’t find the items I was looking for and there wasn’t anything else I needed at Kmart. As far as I could think, I had already found something major and anything else would just be a token.  I went back towards my car, eyes down for any other bright objects that I might spot and after an uneventful trip got into my car and drove home.

I could lie and say the phone rang off the hook, but it didn’t–not one single call.  I realized that mostly everyone that was supposed to have found Jesus had already accomplished that many years ago.  The one quietly residing in my purse was mine.  I was excited, euphoric, waiting for my ship to come in.  Naturally, I thought, this was a good luck omen.  Of course what else could it be?  I waited until after some time had passed. Then I started buying mega million lottery tickets, then pursued horse races, after that I took up different types of lottery tickets.  Nothing happened.  Well, something did happen though; I felt the feeling of hope. And it felt good–somewhat.

You see I have omitted a fact during this story.  Something I feel compelled to disclose.  I’m Jewish and don’t get me wrong, I’m not in the least embarrassed about that fact.  We all know that Jesus was Jewish and I’m sure he being a good benevolent man would not use my religion against me–not at all.

Although it did cross my mind that maybe this was one of the reasons for my luck not rising through the Richter scale, but I am holding on to deep faith. Nothing has happened yet.  I’m positive it will sooner or later.  I still buy lottery tickets. No more betting on horses though. The other day I had a few of the winning numbers but not consecutively on one ticket, instead the numbers were dispersed on a set of five tickets.  I thought that might be a good sign.  On Monday I’ll buy a few more; this time while holding Jesus close to my heart.  I’ll let you know how things go.  Eventually they

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Belskie Museum exhibition curated by Lynne Chesonj

The very successful exhibition this past January with over 300 attending has something even better.  One of our artists Anya Rubin born in Russia was able to contact a Russian Television Network for an interview  Please click on the below youtube  to see some of the interview and few of the over seventy art work of 16 Professional Artists of Tenafly

3/2/2013Belskie Museum of Art Presents Professional Artists of Tenafly. Lynne Cheson, Anya Rubin, Mikel Glas s Please click on the address to the right—-http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mYChfmbV7l8

Please click on the press release on the left.  Thank you Lynne

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Charles the Human Cat

What to do when you are depressed

Posted on October 31, 2009 by Lynne

charles On August 28,   caused by a human being with maybe  a low  level of intelligence , the inability to  care or the lack of critical thinking or maybe just not giving a damn  my cat Charles was  put in a compromising position and became  injured.  This was something that never  ever should  have happened.  He began to limp on his back paw.  Then  his limp turned into the  dragging of all four paws.   He could not eat by himself,  nor  drink,  or have control of his bodily functions, although he tried valiantly to do all of these ordinary everyday motions.   I tried everything to make him comfortable  fed him, cleaned him and massaged his weakening limbs, thinking all the time that he would heal and the limp which would allow him to be mobile would get all better.  My hope all along would be that maybe things would turn around and he would be his wonderful exuberant fierce  self.   For almost four weeks of this harrowing situation watching him weaken until he finally  passed away.

My heart broke and I became grief stricken. To keep my sanity during this period of time.  I went back to painting.  Something I did professionally as well as turning to during earlier tough times in my life.  Because of financial difficulties I had fallen into a period of time where I could not write or paint, but I began to paint flowers while staying close to my Charles between massages, stroking, making sure he ate and drank water as well as range of motion   exercises.  On September 23 at ten to two in the afternoon with my daughter Nicole at my side we watch Charles begin the end of  a hard tough battle.  It was obvious during the end that he did not want to leave me, even with his strong desire to live, Charles died.   I once again turned to painting and instead of flowers I began a series of painting of my Charles.  At this time I have twenty nine  different portraits of him and am in the process of  a twenty by thirty  canvas of Charles  sitting upright.

He was the most kind , generous , caring cat I have ever met.  He loved me and watched over me.  I believed that he was human and I will believe that for the rest of my life.  I will also miss him for the rest of my life.  Rest in Peace my Charles.  At some time in the future I  will be with you, my mother, and my husband Eli in heaven. Rest in peace to all of you.  Lynne

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Lynne Cheson a writer and artist

Posted on January 28, 2009 by Lynne

 

 

Lynne in her studio

I decided to become an artist at an early age when my mother found herself with out a baby sitter and I accompanied her  to her art class.  I took to it immediately and have painted ever since.  Instinctively I knew  there was something special about the interaction between a brush, oil paint and a canvas. I have remained in the state of creativity ever since.

My later education continued at Brooklyn College, Brooklyn, NY, The New School of Interior Design, NYC, The International Center of Photography, NYC, The Studio, Englewood, NJ, Old Church Cultural Center, Demarest, NJ, Art Students League, NYC, and Vytlacil Campus, Sparkill.

My work is in private collections in the USA as well as the Swatch Group, Switzerland, Loretta Swit, Robert and June Berliner, Dr. Norman and David Orentreich, NYC,  Dr, Henry Fishman Washington DC and Nicholas Hayek Sr, Switzerland.

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I AM IN LOVE WITH MY SMART HANDSOME DOG PEPPER

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