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[]Gospel: Matthew 16:13-19

When Jesus came into the coasts of Caesarea Philippi, he asked his disciples, saying, Whom do men say that I the Son of man am?
And they said, Some say that thou art John the Baptist: some, Elijah; and others, Jeremiah, or one of the prophets.
He saith unto them, But whom say ye that I am?
And Simon Peter answered and said, Thou art the Christ, the Son of the living God.
And Jesus answered and said unto him, Blessed art thou, Simon son of Jonah: for flesh and blood hath not revealed it unto thee, but my Father which is in heaven.
And I say also unto thee, That thou art Peter, and upon this rock I will build my church; and the gates of Hell shall not prevail against it.
And I will give unto thee the keys of the kingdom of heaven: and whatsoever thou shalt bind on earth shall be bound in heaven: and whatsoever thou shalt loose on earth shall be loosed in heaven.

[☨]It's late evening by the time he realizes the date. He had been keeping time merely by the dimming of light and darkness through the blinds over his eyes. And long before that, the phases of the strange moons had helped him keep track. A traditionalist man, he sat at the pews with father Anderson's large bible in his lap, playing his fingertips blindly over the pages and the rivets in the edge of the pages that marked each chapter.

Even partially sightless, he still knew exactly which scripture laid in front of him by ingrained memory and touch alone. Tonight was another important eve (of the dozens in strict Catholicism), forgotten by most, if not all Godless foes around him. So he kept it to himself, his faith and belief, and everything else of consiquence to himself as he read in an undertone, splaying his touch across the soft pages as if the deep-set ink were braille.

Then saith he unto them, My soul is exceeding sorrowful, even unto death: tarry ye here, and keep watch with me. ...And he went a little further, and fell prostrate in prayer, saying, O my Father, if it be possible, let this cup pass from me: nevertheless not as I will... but as Thou wilt.

[☨]He paused when his acute ears heard the footsteps of his subordinate.[☨]

Father.. do you know which solemnity it is today?

Date: 2010-06-30 05:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sanctus-cineris.livejournal.com
Peter was kept en Prison; boot earnest prayer for him was made to God by the church.

[He moved through like a centurion rising to the very foot of the altar, standing before the great cross before kissing his thumb and bending on one knee.]

O God, ye sanctified thaes day by th' martyrdoom o' yer apostles Peter ahn Paul; grant thaet this yer church may follow en all things th' precepts o' those through whom she received th' fundamentals o' oor religion. Through.

[And turning, he faced the blind, taking both hands in his.]

Peter ahn John went oop tae th' temple at the hour of prayer, th' ninth hour.

Ah have nae silver ahn gold, boot ah give ye what ah have. Th' angel said tae Peter, "Dress yerself ahn follow me."

"Do ye love mae Peter? Tend mae sheep." "Lord, ye ken thaet ah love ye."

Sae thaen ye ar' no longer strangers ahn sojourners, boot ye ar' fellow citizens wit' th' saints ahn members o' th' household o' God, built upon the foundation of the apostles ahn prophets, Christ Jesus bein' the cornerstone himself.


Date: 2010-06-30 06:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 13th-crusader.livejournal.com

[Anderson's recount was a fresh breath in the asphyxiation that was the Church's constant silence. Make time for quiet moments as God whispers and the world is loud, his shepherd had oft reminded him in his youth. Yet the sound of silence roused his restlessness and spurned his thoughts to places he would rather not tread.]

We would be with Il Papa John Paul about this time... Walking to the Baldacchino (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St._Peter%27s_baldachin)... meeting down at the grotto. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saint_Peter%27s_tomb#Nearby_papal_tombs)

[Lifting a sightless gaze it was obvious he was reminiscing of more gilded times (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/SeraphimSephiroth/Maxwell%20Journal/StPetersTomb.jpg).]
Edited Date: 2010-06-30 06:18 am (UTC)

Date: 2010-06-30 06:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sanctus-cineris.livejournal.com
[He touched his palm to the other's cheek, closing his own eyes for a moment to envision the sounds of the Basilica; the smell of the Archives; the benevolence and warmth that always greeted him on the door step of his Holiness' chambers whenever he gained audience during the summer days in Rome.]

...Aye. Ah remember et well.

Date: 2010-06-30 06:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 13th-crusader.livejournal.com
[Not an inch of recoil. Not even a flinch as he was touched. Maxwell was staring into nothingness, but the baroque architecture and the scents of incense were intense in his mind.]

I can still hear the Schola chanting... and Grandioso L'organo (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/SeraphimSephiroth/Maxwell%20Journal/SPFacade2.jpg) shuddering my insides.

[Reaching up, he brushed his own brow as if he felt something missing there.]

Hah.. I might have even received my pallium then.

Date: 2010-06-30 07:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sanctus-cineris.livejournal.com
[Fingertips brushed as light as ghosts on the ends of where lashes would have been, tracing down the edge of a sharp cheekbone.]

..Et's nae gone. Ye migh' lang fer et...Boot et's righ there wit' ye.

[A slight grimace--he knew Maxwell had once been looking forward to that. The time of the year must have made it more difficult to stomach that they were in some godforsaken place...Surrounded by non-believers and heretics.]

E-et's nae sae bad, es et? Bein' here?

Date: 2010-06-30 07:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 13th-crusader.livejournal.com
[It was better than being dead. The crusader had to keep reminding himself. Yet another part negotiated that Hell might just have been a little more lenient. He was beginning to forget the things that mattered more to him. Beginning to forget what it was like...

...To be in complete control of every aspect of his life and the lives of myriads below him.

For Anderson, Maxwell ridding himself of those desires would have been seen as a blessing. For the Archbishop it was like losing a limb.]

Things were far worse.. Before you came, Anderson.

[The horrors he could recall.]

Part of me is at ease for that blessing.

Date: 2010-07-01 05:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sanctus-cineris.livejournal.com
....Dae ye reallieh mean thaet?

[It was shocking, to say the least, that his icy ward could even come to admit such a heartfelt thing. The priest had fought so long, so hard for him to even get him to give an inch that he just...Couldn't come to bear with the thought that perhaps the reason he was offering this statement like a last testament to his will was because he was giving up.]


Date: 2010-07-01 09:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 13th-crusader.livejournal.com

[It did not occur to him right away that he may have let something... remotely endearing slip past his lips. Yet in it's most detached form, those words were true. Maxwell was floundering and on the brink of death numerous times before Anderson had arrived.

And When he did, the priest found but a withered shell of a man. Hardly a man but more of a ghost. Anemic and macerated. The epitome of a soul in famine. Since that day, Anderson had tended to his lost little lamb till he was a glimmer of the regal Prince of the Church he had left behind... before Midian had taken that crusader from him.

Dipping his brow solemnly, curls of gold tresses cascading over Maxwell's shoulders, his sublime lilt dropped to a hush.]

I was brought into our world with nothing.

I went with nothing.

...Something in me wants to believe there is... something.. anything I might have.. now that I am in this world with you.
Edited Date: 2010-07-01 09:08 am (UTC)

Date: 2010-07-02 05:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sanctus-cineris.livejournal.com
[Another shock trilled through his seven-foot frame, shaking him to the very core. Tremors of tension lined his throat, which made it difficult for him to swallow, let alone breathe. He wanted...To express...To say something that might facilitate warmth and kindness, but the shepherd felt strained, even weary, despite his so-called fortitude. The moment he'd crossed over from Midian, it was deeply ingrained in him.

Affection..While he gave it freely....At times he found it difficult to receive, especially from the man in front of him. But for the sake of sanity, if nothing else, he clasped his fellow clergyman's hand firmly, slowly lowering in front of him on his knees.]

Ah'd give ye mae life, ef ye asked fer et.

Date: 2010-06-30 06:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sancta-sedes.livejournal.com
[Alessandro was becoming very lax in Discedo. No one was around to remind of things, or tell him what he was suppose to do anymore. But, that wasn't to say he was not devout. He does listen closely and quietly, feeling guilty for not doing anything himself.]

Date: 2010-06-30 06:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 13th-crusader.livejournal.com
[Unfortunate in regards to the young Fisher of Men, Maxwell put up his front of respect if only to save face and placate his would-be Brothers and Sisters drifting in this sea of calumny.

To have been a memorandum in Alessandro's ear left him with a bad taste in his mouth... Such things seemed more suited for Anderson. His priest was in the career of babysitting after all.]


[Merely the sound of the device receiving a 'ping' was the only indication his device had been knocked.]


Date: 2010-06-30 06:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sancta-sedes.livejournal.com
Oh um... it's... it's just n-n-nice to see o-observations k-kept....


Date: 2010-06-30 06:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 13th-crusader.livejournal.com

Expect nothing less, Il Papa. The Liturgical year is the only order I find left here.


Date: 2010-06-30 07:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sancta-sedes.livejournal.com
I'm v-very bad at r-remembering things... when n-not reminded....


Date: 2010-06-30 07:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 13th-crusader.livejournal.com
Aha, it was rather trying linking our calendar to the current date of this world's.

[He had to keep track by the mere phases of a moon he wasn't even sure was their own.]

One such as I cannot fault you.


Date: 2010-06-30 07:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sancta-sedes.livejournal.com
Um... i-if there's anything I c-could do....


Date: 2010-06-30 08:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 13th-crusader.livejournal.com
[There's a pregnant pause as he ponders that ever present question: What Would Anderson Do?]

While I'm well aware of your hes..ita..tion, Il Papa, I believe it would be in the best interest of the church's morale if you became a more... active participant, sì, no, sì?

Perhaps to be our Responsorial Psalm reader? I'll even send for Father Anderson to be your personal memorandum.
Edited Date: 2010-06-30 08:02 am (UTC)


Date: 2010-06-30 08:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sancta-sedes.livejournal.com
I... i c-could do that. I w-would like to be m-more involved... e-even if I don't like g-giving service... and, the E-Eucharist makes me faint.


Date: 2010-06-30 08:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 13th-crusader.livejournal.com
[Some..how.. he's not surprised at all.]

Do forgive my forwardness, Your.. Holiness.. but your reluctance spurns my curiosity.
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From: [personal profile] shotapope
I-It's just... um... s-s-strangers make me n-nervous, and l-large amounts of p-people.... At h-home I do the m-most minimum because I u-used to faint in the m-middle of things....

B-Brother was v-very angry for a l-long time when I f-fainted during Easter M-Mass when g-giving out the Eucharist.... After that th-they always had an A-Archbishop do that. I would j-just read a p-p-prepared speech.

Voice (Oh my.. *fixes that*)

Date: 2010-06-30 08:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 13th-crusader.livejournal.com
[And he is siding with his brother on the matter of disquietude towards such a sacrilegious offense.]

Capisco... Such.. innate fear could lead one to believe that you do not truly convict in or even advocate what you represent.

Is that it, Il.. Pa..pa?
Edited Date: 2010-06-30 08:53 am (UTC)


Date: 2010-06-30 08:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sancta-sedes.livejournal.com
N-no.... I j-just... I g-get really n-n-nervous.....


Date: 2010-06-30 09:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 13th-crusader.livejournal.com
Is that really so? Then surely you believe every word you are instructed to speak?
Edited Date: 2010-06-30 09:13 am (UTC)


Date: 2010-06-30 09:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sancta-sedes.livejournal.com
U-usually Sister goes over it with me... u-unless it's something B-Brother wishes for....


Date: 2010-06-30 09:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 13th-crusader.livejournal.com
You did not answer me, Il Papa.


Date: 2010-06-30 09:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sancta-sedes.livejournal.com
I-I'm sorry!

I-if I said things I d-d-didn't beleive, that would be l-lying, and th-that's a sin.

Date: 2010-06-30 02:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] changing-ruse.livejournal.com
What're you going on about?


Date: 2010-07-01 01:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 13th-crusader.livejournal.com
If it's absolutely imperative for you to know, it's a recite from today's Rosary.


Date: 2010-07-02 02:35 am (UTC)

Date: 2010-06-30 08:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] teutons.livejournal.com
[ action, voice, whatever's good for you. I'm too full of ice cream to decide. ]

You're not dying, right?

[Meh Action!]

Date: 2010-07-01 12:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 13th-crusader.livejournal.com
[Looking absolutely aghast.]

That's ludicrous!

Matthew 26: 38 through 39 is just part of today's Rosary.
Edited Date: 2010-07-01 12:56 am (UTC)


Date: 2010-07-01 08:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] teutons.livejournal.com

...I was just making sure, you know. Since I used to be a hospital and everything.

...Who beat you up?


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