Ron DiCianni was recently "On the Box with Ray Comfort" presented by Living Waters.
Ron was on the show to talk about the incredible painting Before I Formed You in The Womb. You can watch this great interview below.
As a reminder, you can still purchase the print at the special discount price of $55. Be sure to order before this offer goes away.
"Behold, children are a gift of the LORD the fruit of the womb is a reward." Psalm 127:3
Posted on August 7, 2012 9:25 AM
This is the first HALF of the line outside our local Chick-fil-A at 11am today.
When we were in line, my 6 year old asked "why are all these people here". We told him it was a special day. He wanted to know why. I was trying to think of a way to explain the ludicrous and evil oxymoron that is the concept of "gay marriage " to a child. While I was wracking my brain, my wife said it perfectly... She said, "The people who run Chick-fil-A love God. Some other people who don't love God are being mean. All these people you see here in line are people that love God too and they're here to show that."
Couldn't have said it better... because she is 100% right. Today, and the Chick-fil-A "controversy", have nothing to do with chicken, nothing to do with marriage and nothing to do with free speech. This is a battle about whether we choose God or this world, whether we stand up for Him or bow down to pressures of this evil world. The Bible tells us "If you confess Me before men, I will confess you before My Father in heaven". The Bible also tells us the converse, that "If anyone is ashamed of Me and My message in these adulterous and sinful days, the Son of Man will be ashamed of that person when He returns in the glory of His Father with the holy angels." Mark 8:38.
So, as Scripture again tells us... Pick this day who you will serve. We have been silent for far too long and we are beginning to see the price to be paid. Rampant abortion, homosexual debauchery, out of control drug use, pornography even on regular TV, skyrocketing abuse rates, a country that seems more "one nation against God" then "under God"; things that were unthinkable 50 years ago now are daily news bulletins - worse, organizations exist to champion these evils! Again, there is a Biblical passage here, in Romans 1:29 from the Message translation: "They know perfectly well they're spitting in God's face. And they don't care—worse, they hand out prizes to those who do the worst things best!"
We, Christians, have by and large sat on our hands, now we, the Christians, need to stand back up.
As for me and my house, company and ministry, we will serve the Lord.
Posted on August 1, 2012 12:09 PM
Much has been made about Chick-fil-A taking a stand for the Biblical definition of marriage. Many have said "companies should just be silent" but those same people love when Google, Home Depot, JC Penny and the like loudly advocate homosexual marriage. Apparently the only people who should be silent are the Christians. And we have been for far too long. Kudos to the Cathy's and Chik-fil-A for standing up and speaking the Truth.
Join us on Wed August 1st and show your support of a Biblical definition of marriage by visiting your local Chik-fil-A. It's not just a great company... it's a great chicken sandwich too. Here at Tapestry we like ours Spicy, xtra pickle, no butter. Enjoy and God bless Chick-fil-A.
As a disclaimer, we did not create this graphic and it was not done with Chick-fil-A's endorsement. But it was just too appropriate to pass up!
Posted on July 30, 2012 2:06 PM
The year was 1951. My mother, pregnant with me, had decided to have an abortion.
She never did tell me what brought her to consider killing me in the womb, but I can imagine that living in a cramped inner city apartment with my dad, grandmother, aunt, my brother and a dog was more than she could already handle. One more was more than she wanted to bear, I guess.
Walking alone down Grand Ave. in Chicago, she made her way to the family doctor, about one mile away.
Back then, this procedure we now call a “woman’s right to choose”, was simply known in plain terms, as an abortion. I guess that sounds better then “killing your child”. The nurses told her to sit down and they would be with her in a few minutes.
My mother was not a Christian at the time, but living with them was my Pentecostal Grandmother who I have to believe was praying.
I’m not sure of the “mechanics” of the process back then but my mom told me the procedure was to start with an injection. And as she sat there and waited, God spoke to her. Years later my mom would tell me that the needle came within an inch of her arm when she distinctly heard the voice of God saying, “Don’t do this…I have a plan for this baby!” With a quick reaction she pushed the needle away and got up and walked out, giving me a chance to live.
From my earliest memories I grew up with a sense that God’s hand was upon me, even though there was little of God actually taught in our home. My father was a sincere Catholic and tried to influence my brother and I in that direction. Despite his attempts, the greatest spiritual influence in our family really came from my Pentecostal grandmother who lived with us and constantly showed us what living a dedicated Christian life really looked like. There was little doubt she lived with a peace, joy and future hope we simply couldn’t relate to. Even at her death, as a young boy standing at her hospital bed, I remember her saying in Italian, “Right now there are two angels at my feet and two at my head…” then closed her eyes and went to be with her Savior.
Throughout my years growing up, I was reminded over and over again of what transpired the day my mom chose to let me live. While the inner city of Chicago was an unlikely place to produce an artist, my mother knew God had a plan. She eventually gave her heart to Christ through a Moody Bible broadcast, and she herself was saved by the same grace God extended to me. My Dad followed and became a committed Christian before going to meet Jesus about 7 years later when I was nineteen.
In those in between years, God kept the vision, and promise, alive to me. At a revival meeting in my early teens, I found myself in the middle of an auditorium of about two thousand other teenagers. At one point in the service the evangelist pointed to me and told me to come up to the front. When I did, he looked directly at me and asked me, “Do you know God has a plan for you and that He has picked you? He came very close to exactly quoting what God told my mom. There were many similar moments that God would bring to me at totally unexpected times. He never let me forget His calling on me. That extends to this very moment.
Looking back, there was the assurance of God choosing me, but not of the practical implementation of it. It’s interesting that the word “art” was never mentioned during any of those times.
So how did I know what God’s will was? Simply put, it’s the only gift I have. 1 Peter 4:10 says, “Each one should use whatever gift he has received to serve others, faithfully administering God’s grace in its various forms.” This became very clear to me when I was in high school. Doing poorly in most of the academic classes, but excelling in art classes, the school thought a good way for me to get motivated in the academic classes was for them to forbid me to take the art class. I tried to assure them that I was not deliberately doing poorly in the academic classes , but that I simply had no aptitude for it. I just wasn’t “wired” for it. God had “wired” me for the arts. Today, I would guess if those teachers were still around, I think they would admit their error and see that the path I took was the one God had created me for. Finally, when I enrolled at the American Academy of Art, in Chicago, it was as though I found the place I was meant to be. There I was affirmed and even applauded for taking my gift seriously. Yes, I worked as hard as I ever have, but at each interval, God showed Himself to be behind it all.
I remember distinctly one of those times. My first year there I encountered a challenge that to this day stands a clear reminder of God’s provision. My dad, a construction worker, left for work one morning, only to return five minutes later asking my mom for “ten cents more” for the bus. I can remember him standing in the doorway. It was the last time I would see him, for he had a heart attack and died that day while working in the 103 degree heat. Since my mom was a stay-at-home mom, my dad was the sole bread-winner in the family. I thought it would now fall to me to quit school and go to work to keep us going. Before I had a chance to do that, the school called me in and the President of the school, Mr. Irv Shapiro, a world famous watercolorist, told me that the school had received money from a donor and they wanted to give it to me to return to school the next year. I thanked him, but felt like it was more about my dad than about me deserving it. He looked at me puzzled and said, “What about your dad?” I told him that my dad had passed away the week before. He had no idea. Only God knew and He wasn’t going to let anything spoil His plan for me. Looking back, there were more times that happened than I have the space to relate here.
There are days when I wish my dad could see me and I could once again hear my mom remind me that "God's picked you", as she so often did. There won't be any more of those for me, as mom went to be with the Lord several years ago. But there will always be the knowledge that she loved me enough to turn the wheel of time in my direction so that I could know what I was supposed to be. Every time I paint, I put a little of her into the work. Thanks, mom.
I think she would be particularly proud to give me a “thumbs up” on this new painting Before I Formed You in the Womb...
The best part of the painting is how that promise of being both “known” and “created” by God is just as true for every child God creates as it was for me in 1951.
Posted on July 24, 2012 7:15 AM
Since 1973, 52 million lives have been taken to abortion in the US alone. That is 1/6 of the present American population. Of the 180 million lives brought from Heaven to a womb since 1973, more than one in every four were aborted. view source >>
We take abortion for granted. It is the "alternative," the wild card. And many people treat it like a mulligan on a putt-putt gold course. We abhor the sin but there is grace for the sinner.
Did you know?
- At least half of American women will experience an unintended pregnancy by age 45, and, at current rates, one in 10 women will have an abortion by age 20, one in four will have an abortion by age 30 and three in 10 will have one by age 45
- More than one million abortions occur in the United States every year
- The lifetime average is about one abortion per woman, worldwide
Did you also know that these shocking numbers are displayed on a website which claims that abortion is "a common experience for women and girls worldwide?" view source >>
The commonality of abortion should not be a comfort, it should be a grave concern. We are presented these numbers like nothing is wrong, like abortion is normal.
Like murder is normal.
In Exodus 20:13 God tells us "You shall not murder." Please don't murder your unborn child. Take heed in the message that Ron DiCianni, an abortion survivor himself, gives us in his beautiful new painting, "Before I Formed You in the Womb..." presented by Tapestry Productions. Let us celebrate the miracle of childbirth and make our best efforts to hinder the act of abortion.
Posted on July 15, 2012 3:23 PM
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