✞28 Days since my Last Confession✞
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13th_crusader[†]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?
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?
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Date: 2010-07-01 05:54 am (UTC)[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.]
Enrico....
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Date: 2010-07-01 09:00 am (UTC)[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.
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Date: 2010-07-02 05:56 am (UTC)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.