[Indeed something had changed in him through this harsh trial, infliction after infliction, forced to forge the cold and plague and famine alone. Learning to stand again on his own, and perhaps for a brief moment, take the aid of another. Surely he knew this world was driving him to an insanity that exceeded what he was in the world before this, yet all around him were those thinking he was finally finding sanity. Wrought with inanition day and night, he cleaved to the One whom he had forsaken, crying out to Him, desperate to have his call heard.
With the return of the man who shepherded him and shielded him with silver wings, Maxwell received his answer and took it graciously when the fear of the Lord clouding his mind finally lifted like a veil.
Drawing white lines through the grime and blood, parting folds of clothing to expose damaged flesh and tourniquet the wounds well with that perfectly absorbent cloth, he tended to the man gently in turn, knowing well with Anderson's strength, his own salvation would be solidified. Bandaged and bound with all the care the older man had reflected on him in his youth, Maxwell then pulled away to bite down on a cork, popping it from the bottle of unadulterated wine.. pure from the vine, yet aged well.
Upon his knees, resting his hand upon Anderson's own, he bowed his head to bless the communion they would take in honor of their Lord's one request.
This means my blood. Keep doing this in remembrance of me.]
Bless, O Lord, this drink which Thou hast created, that it may be a salutary remedy for all who partake of it, and grant that all who taste of it may, by invoking Thy holy name, receive health for body and soul.
[Pausing, he took a long savoring gulp of the untainted wine, it's heavenly sensation causing his misty eyes to flutter, before he drew it away and touched the lip of the bottle to Anderson's own.]
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Date: 2010-04-04 10:26 pm (UTC)With the return of the man who shepherded him and shielded him with silver wings, Maxwell received his answer and took it graciously when the fear of the Lord clouding his mind finally lifted like a veil.
Drawing white lines through the grime and blood, parting folds of clothing to expose damaged flesh and tourniquet the wounds well with that perfectly absorbent cloth, he tended to the man gently in turn, knowing well with Anderson's strength, his own salvation would be solidified. Bandaged and bound with all the care the older man had reflected on him in his youth, Maxwell then pulled away to bite down on a cork, popping it from the bottle of unadulterated wine.. pure from the vine, yet aged well.
Upon his knees, resting his hand upon Anderson's own, he bowed his head to bless the communion they would take in honor of their Lord's one request.
This means my blood. Keep doing this in remembrance of me.]
Bless, O Lord, this drink which Thou hast created, that it may be a salutary remedy for all who partake of it, and grant that all who taste of it may, by invoking Thy holy name, receive health for body and soul.
[Pausing, he took a long savoring gulp of the untainted wine, it's heavenly sensation causing his misty eyes to flutter, before he drew it away and touched the lip of the bottle to Anderson's own.]
Through Christ our Lord. Amen.