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✞30 Days since my Last Confession✞
Jul. 10th, 2010 01:26 am[†]Habakkuk 1:2-4
Be ye doers of the word, and not hearers only, deceiving your own selves.
For if any be a hearer of the word, and not a doer, he is like unto a man beholding his natural face in a glass:
For he beholdeth himself, and goeth his way, and straightway forgetteth what manner of man he was.[†]
[☨]Going about his way in restoring the sanctum, the Archbishop is bending at the knees deeply, his gloved fingertips carefully sorting through the remnants of stained glass on the floor to remove what could be reused. The filaments of iridescent glass shimmered like tiny prisms in the candlelight as he fished through them.. Anderson had done such a fine job in making them, to see them go to waste would have been tragic.
Howevere he did not recall this particular piece of 'glass' in the shape of a dipyramid... In it he saw his own reflection. Yet not that of the regal Prince of the Church, but that of a Raucous little Runt scowling back at him.[☨]
Che.. Wha.. what devilry is this!?
( Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth, while the evil days come not, nor the years draw nigh, when thou shalt say, I have no pleasure in them )
Be ye doers of the word, and not hearers only, deceiving your own selves.
For if any be a hearer of the word, and not a doer, he is like unto a man beholding his natural face in a glass:
For he beholdeth himself, and goeth his way, and straightway forgetteth what manner of man he was.[†]
[☨]Going about his way in restoring the sanctum, the Archbishop is bending at the knees deeply, his gloved fingertips carefully sorting through the remnants of stained glass on the floor to remove what could be reused. The filaments of iridescent glass shimmered like tiny prisms in the candlelight as he fished through them.. Anderson had done such a fine job in making them, to see them go to waste would have been tragic.
Howevere he did not recall this particular piece of 'glass' in the shape of a dipyramid... In it he saw his own reflection. Yet not that of the regal Prince of the Church, but that of a Raucous little Runt scowling back at him.[☨]
Che.. Wha.. what devilry is this!?
( Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth, while the evil days come not, nor the years draw nigh, when thou shalt say, I have no pleasure in them )
