[identity profile] al-shairan.livejournal.com
Childhood: The period of human life intermediate between the idiocy of infancy and the folly of youth -- two removes from the sin of manhood and three from the remorse of age.

- Ambrose Bierce


Tuesday afternoon, the carnival

As it turned out I was glad to have seen Wanda. The Kent body can please her easily enough, and although now I have conquered her the game has gone out of it, a span of a few hours of copulating and making conversation are insignificant in my greater schemes. I left her sated and no longer furious with me, which is well. She needs to keep content enough to bear my child, and I would rather she lived afterward, for I have no interest in raising her baby. There are cults enough that would be glad of the honour, but my worshippers do tend toward the volatile. And besides, mother knows best, humans are so insistent on that. Better that Wanda stay healthy in body and well enough in mind to look after our daughter, and once she is raised enough -

I smile as I slip into the little girl body with which I spoke to Gaueko. Then, indeed, we shall see.

Although my fury with Tezcatlipoca has not abated, I have now put it deep inside me. There is no risk of holocaust, now, if I see him, and I find myself in the mood for mischief. Cruelty to humans is always a pleasure, and after -

Now I find I crave it particularly. Nothing of blood or bone, no. I want something more delicate than that. And so I put on this little doll body, such a perfect child. I even give it a heart that beats, so that if someone should press this child body to them they will hear its comforting thump. But the body I keep as a shell. I have no desire for the putrescence of shitting sweating Man to be about me. This heart might as well be clockwork, these limbs porcelain, for all the feeling they have for me. And yet to the touch its skin is as soft as any child's and as warm.

If a job is not well done, better not to do it at all. I have a pleasure in my own perfection.

I dress this body in a red coat and striped dress. Her long socks have rolled down enough to show a scab on one knee. I walk this body across to the carnival, where it looks thoughtfully at the rides, hands in its pockets, a small dab of chocolate at the corner of its mouth.

I am sure it will make new friends.

[closed]
[identity profile] al-shairan.livejournal.com
Childhood: The period of human life intermediate between the idiocy of infancy and the folly of youth -- two removes from the sin of manhood and three from the remorse of age.

- Ambrose Bierce


Tuesday afternoon, the carnival

As it turned out I was glad to have seen Wanda. The Kent body can please her easily enough, and although now I have conquered her the game has gone out of it, a span of a few hours of copulating and making conversation are insignificant in my greater schemes. I left her sated and no longer furious with me, which is well. She needs to keep content enough to bear my child, and I would rather she lived afterward, for I have no interest in raising her baby. There are cults enough that would be glad of the honour, but my worshippers do tend toward the volatile. And besides, mother knows best, humans are so insistent on that. Better that Wanda stay healthy in body and well enough in mind to look after our daughter, and once she is raised enough -

I smile as I slip into the little girl body with which I spoke to Gaueko. Then, indeed, we shall see.

Although my fury with Tezcatlipoca has not abated, I have now put it deep inside me. There is no risk of holocaust, now, if I see him, and I find myself in the mood for mischief. Cruelty to humans is always a pleasure, and after -

Now I find I crave it particularly. Nothing of blood or bone, no. I want something more delicate than that. And so I put on this little doll body, such a perfect child. I even give it a heart that beats, so that if someone should press this child body to them they will hear its comforting thump. But the body I keep as a shell. I have no desire for the putrescence of shitting sweating Man to be about me. This heart might as well be clockwork, these limbs porcelain, for all the feeling they have for me. And yet to the touch its skin is as soft as any child's and as warm.

If a job is not well done, better not to do it at all. I have a pleasure in my own perfection.

I dress this body in a red coat and striped dress. Her long socks have rolled down enough to show a scab on one knee. I walk this body across to the carnival, where it looks thoughtfully at the rides, hands in its pockets, a small dab of chocolate at the corner of its mouth.

I am sure it will make new friends.

[closed]
[identity profile] brotherlaurence.livejournal.com
Christmas Eve Day

For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. (Isaiah 9:6 NIV)



The crowd is better to-day, I think, than any crowd we have had since the church first opened its doors. Something about holidays always seems to bring people out--even if it is as cold as it has been lately. There is a collection of blankets and toys and gifts off to the side and I am touched by the giving nature of this community.

I tell the Christmas story, read from the Bible but with added information from other readings, and watch as some of those in attendance appear to be hearing the story for the first time. I remember the first time I heard it, myself, and I smile. Or, rather, the first time I remember hearing it, as my father read it to us every Christmas. The most memorable, I think, was the last. I smile at the congregation and lead them in prayer, then thank them for coming. No time to dwell on my own past. There is the present to celebrate.

I remind them of the luncheon tomorrow and leave the front, taking the chance to mingle with the people. My people.


[OPEN.]
[identity profile] brotherlaurence.livejournal.com
Christmas Eve Day

For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. (Isaiah 9:6 NIV)



The crowd is better to-day, I think, than any crowd we have had since the church first opened its doors. Something about holidays always seems to bring people out--even if it is as cold as it has been lately. There is a collection of blankets and toys and gifts off to the side and I am touched by the giving nature of this community.

I tell the Christmas story, read from the Bible but with added information from other readings, and watch as some of those in attendance appear to be hearing the story for the first time. I remember the first time I heard it, myself, and I smile. Or, rather, the first time I remember hearing it, as my father read it to us every Christmas. The most memorable, I think, was the last. I smile at the congregation and lead them in prayer, then thank them for coming. No time to dwell on my own past. There is the present to celebrate.

I remind them of the luncheon tomorrow and leave the front, taking the chance to mingle with the people. My people.


[OPEN.]
[identity profile] mistresswanda.livejournal.com
So you say you want a deathbed scene, the knowledge that comes
before knowledge,
and you want it dirty.
And no one can ever figure out what you want,
and you won’t tell them,
and you realize the one person in the world who loves you
isn’t the one you thought it would be,
and you don’t trust him to love you in a way
you would enjoy.

-Richard Siken

Monday, December 21st, the Winter Solstice
The Dormouse, just before 7pm


As Kent promised, my wedding gown is absolutely stunning.

It was hanging on my closet door when we came back from the signing the papers at Town Hall. The papers that recognized us a legally married couple in Excolo, the papers that changed my name from Wanda von SacherMosch to Wanda Whitman. We both know that this morning was just a formality, and we both know that the ceremony about to take place is just a performance for the good people of Excolo.
What matters comes later, after everyone leaves and we are alone. When the evening ends and the night begins.

Once we arrived home and I thanked him most gratefully for my dress and all the accessories, we oversaw the deliveries from the cafe', from the Tavern, candles from the Kincaids, and most importantly, from the bakery. The cake is red velvet with a cream cheese filling, the only change I made was to replace the sugar berries with roses from the back yard. There are also tarts, cookies, and because it tickled me to do so, an angel food cake. It earned me a laugh when he saw that. I was pleased that such a little thing amused him. After moving my CD player upstairs I had started the task of setting everything out and tackling all those little details...
but Kent ushered me upstairs with a kiss and a cup of chamomile tea, bidding me to rest before my hair appointment with Verite. "It has already been a long day, and I promise you it will be a evening unlike any you have dreamed about..." Oh, the look he gave me then! Caused me to shiver in both delight and fear. "... you should get some rest." So I did as he bade, and slept part of the afternoon away as he set up everything, (or waved his hand and made everything just happen, I have no idea) waking in time to bathe and head to I Died for Beauty to have Verite pin my hear up and affix small black roses in it.

Everything is ready. The guest will be arriving soon. I slip into the lingerie Kent left for me, my gown, and lying on my dressing table was a necklace to match my ring. I will have to tell everyone it is paste, although I do believe it to be real.

I sit and finish the last touches to my makeup, humming to myself as I dust a fine, subtle powder that glistens over my face, shoulders and cleavage. I shimmer like the snow against the faerie lights... Like the Snow Queen, or as Tammy said, Rose Red.... iridescent skin, red the colour of blood spilled out over the snow.....
You belong to me, my snow white queen.
There's no where to run, so let's get it over with...
Soon my love you'll see, you're just like me
Don't scream any more my love
because all I want is you....


I stop in mid verse, the brush I use for lip colour hovering at the corner of my mouth, then sigh and push the dark melody away as I complete making myself up. Now is not the time for that. Darkness will fall later.

I stand, finished with my preparations and survey myself in the mirror... "Oh, I hope he finds me beautiful..." I breathe, smoothing my hand over my gown.

(Open to anyone attending the wedding ceremony)
[identity profile] mistresswanda.livejournal.com
So you say you want a deathbed scene, the knowledge that comes
before knowledge,
and you want it dirty.
And no one can ever figure out what you want,
and you won’t tell them,
and you realize the one person in the world who loves you
isn’t the one you thought it would be,
and you don’t trust him to love you in a way
you would enjoy.

-Richard Siken

Monday, December 21st, the Winter Solstice
The Dormouse, just before 7pm


As Kent promised, my wedding gown is absolutely stunning.

It was hanging on my closet door when we came back from the signing the papers at Town Hall. The papers that recognized us a legally married couple in Excolo, the papers that changed my name from Wanda von SacherMosch to Wanda Whitman. We both know that this morning was just a formality, and we both know that the ceremony about to take place is just a performance for the good people of Excolo.
What matters comes later, after everyone leaves and we are alone. When the evening ends and the night begins.

Once we arrived home and I thanked him most gratefully for my dress and all the accessories, we oversaw the deliveries from the cafe', from the Tavern, candles from the Kincaids, and most importantly, from the bakery. The cake is red velvet with a cream cheese filling, the only change I made was to replace the sugar berries with roses from the back yard. There are also tarts, cookies, and because it tickled me to do so, an angel food cake. It earned me a laugh when he saw that. I was pleased that such a little thing amused him. After moving my CD player upstairs I had started the task of setting everything out and tackling all those little details...
but Kent ushered me upstairs with a kiss and a cup of chamomile tea, bidding me to rest before my hair appointment with Verite. "It has already been a long day, and I promise you it will be a evening unlike any you have dreamed about..." Oh, the look he gave me then! Caused me to shiver in both delight and fear. "... you should get some rest." So I did as he bade, and slept part of the afternoon away as he set up everything, (or waved his hand and made everything just happen, I have no idea) waking in time to bathe and head to I Died for Beauty to have Verite pin my hear up and affix small black roses in it.

Everything is ready. The guest will be arriving soon. I slip into the lingerie Kent left for me, my gown, and lying on my dressing table was a necklace to match my ring. I will have to tell everyone it is paste, although I do believe it to be real.

I sit and finish the last touches to my makeup, humming to myself as I dust a fine, subtle powder that glistens over my face, shoulders and cleavage. I shimmer like the snow against the faerie lights... Like the Snow Queen, or as Tammy said, Rose Red.... iridescent skin, red the colour of blood spilled out over the snow.....
You belong to me, my snow white queen.
There's no where to run, so let's get it over with...
Soon my love you'll see, you're just like me
Don't scream any more my love
because all I want is you....


I stop in mid verse, the brush I use for lip colour hovering at the corner of my mouth, then sigh and push the dark melody away as I complete making myself up. Now is not the time for that. Darkness will fall later.

I stand, finished with my preparations and survey myself in the mirror... "Oh, I hope he finds me beautiful..." I breathe, smoothing my hand over my gown.

(Open to anyone attending the wedding ceremony)
[identity profile] valmont-vicomte.livejournal.com
Wednesday, early evening; after the snow has stopped but the power is still out.

It seems that I missed some excitement last night. When I came through from the apartment to the inn proper in the late morning, I found a note from Adam.

Boss -
There was a bit of a ruckus here last night. Some girl took her clothes off and got offended when Billy Hogan got fresh. A fight broke out - just the usual broken glasses. Will tell you more about it when I'm in next. Don't believe everything any of the regulars tell you - I was the only one who wasn't drunk.
A.


I would, perhaps, have got to hear some of those stories, and I must say I'm terribly curious, but then it started snowing. It has been a long time since I saw snow fall like it did this afternoon; since I lived in New London, I think, for Versailles was warmer. The Whitechapel is quiet enough during the early afternoons anyway, so we locked the front door, Cora and Peter soon settled into a high stakes game of gin rummy, and I went to make sure that Hermia and Alice were alright. Luckily we have plenty of food and firewood, and the apartment is well furnished with candles.

The snow has settled down now, but it is very dark outside and the power is still out. So I come back into the bar and Cora - cheerful for once, having managed to take most of Peter's wages for this week - and I get the fire banked as high as possible and line the windows with candles so that passerby can see that we are open, and I unlock the front door. I imagine that many people's homes will be very cold and very dark this evening, and what better cure for that than company and alcohol?

[OPEN]
[identity profile] valmont-vicomte.livejournal.com
Wednesday, early evening; after the snow has stopped but the power is still out.

It seems that I missed some excitement last night. When I came through from the apartment to the inn proper in the late morning, I found a note from Adam.

Boss -
There was a bit of a ruckus here last night. Some girl took her clothes off and got offended when Billy Hogan got fresh. A fight broke out - just the usual broken glasses. Will tell you more about it when I'm in next. Don't believe everything any of the regulars tell you - I was the only one who wasn't drunk.
A.


I would, perhaps, have got to hear some of those stories, and I must say I'm terribly curious, but then it started snowing. It has been a long time since I saw snow fall like it did this afternoon; since I lived in New London, I think, for Versailles was warmer. The Whitechapel is quiet enough during the early afternoons anyway, so we locked the front door, Cora and Peter soon settled into a high stakes game of gin rummy, and I went to make sure that Hermia and Alice were alright. Luckily we have plenty of food and firewood, and the apartment is well furnished with candles.

The snow has settled down now, but it is very dark outside and the power is still out. So I come back into the bar and Cora - cheerful for once, having managed to take most of Peter's wages for this week - and I get the fire banked as high as possible and line the windows with candles so that passerby can see that we are open, and I unlock the front door. I imagine that many people's homes will be very cold and very dark this evening, and what better cure for that than company and alcohol?

[OPEN]
[identity profile] brotherlaurence.livejournal.com
"Follow the truth of the way."
~ from the Dhammapada


The day so far I have spent cleaning as I once did for Cain. I have been searching for a new way to converse with the Lord, since I abandoned my flail. The wounds on my back have healed as much as they are going to, leaving a host of scars so that I never forget the faults of my life, or my thinking.

I lay aside the broom and set out to the River. I sit on its bank, eyes tracking the ebb and flow of the water. It moves so easily even over the sharpest rocks, not fighting them but moving gracefully around them. If I could be like that, I think, even a little--I think life would be something else entirely.

[OPEN to Kate.]
[identity profile] brotherlaurence.livejournal.com
"Follow the truth of the way."
~ from the Dhammapada


The day so far I have spent cleaning as I once did for Cain. I have been searching for a new way to converse with the Lord, since I abandoned my flail. The wounds on my back have healed as much as they are going to, leaving a host of scars so that I never forget the faults of my life, or my thinking.

I lay aside the broom and set out to the River. I sit on its bank, eyes tracking the ebb and flow of the water. It moves so easily even over the sharpest rocks, not fighting them but moving gracefully around them. If I could be like that, I think, even a little--I think life would be something else entirely.

[OPEN to Kate.]
[identity profile] brotherlaurence.livejournal.com
Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends. (John 15:13 NIV)


"It can be hard, sometimes--," I hesitate and give the congregation a solemn smile, "--most times to comprehend a thing that happened so long ago the people who experienced it have been gone for ages. The son of a god died for you." I can't bring myself to say "the One God" anymore, having seen what I've seen. "It seems hard to believe. Gods cant die. And even if they could, why would they die for a mortal? A human? We are...ants to them." I look around at the crowd that has come today and try to keep my voice even. "Gods can die, my friends. When they want to.". I've thought about it, spoke with Cain after, learned of Eris' death. He did what he felt he needed to, then used his own mortal shell to save the lives of three mortals. "When...," My voice starts to break and I pause a moment. "When you let yourself believe that, and have faith in it, it is a powerful thing. A god died for me," I say with conviction, knowing that it's true. Christ died for all of us and then a god I did not particularly like died to save me, and my--friends. I have friends. I cover my introspection with a meaningful look over the audience. "I will not let that have been in vain. Let us pray," I say and bow my head, briefly thinking how nice it is that I don't make crossing motions except over myself on occasion. "Dear Heavenly Father, we come before you today as humble servants. Protect them as you once did," as Lúgh did us, "and keep us safe in Your arms. Be with the souls of those who have moved on, and those they have left behind. The Marks family had friends in this town, Lord, and their loss is felt here, as are all the losses in a town like this. Keep us strong. Keep us safe. This we ask in your name. Amen."


[OPEN.]
[identity profile] brotherlaurence.livejournal.com
Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends. (John 15:13 NIV)


"It can be hard, sometimes--," I hesitate and give the congregation a solemn smile, "--most times to comprehend a thing that happened so long ago the people who experienced it have been gone for ages. The son of a god died for you." I can't bring myself to say "the One God" anymore, having seen what I've seen. "It seems hard to believe. Gods cant die. And even if they could, why would they die for a mortal? A human? We are...ants to them." I look around at the crowd that has come today and try to keep my voice even. "Gods can die, my friends. When they want to.". I've thought about it, spoke with Cain after, learned of Eris' death. He did what he felt he needed to, then used his own mortal shell to save the lives of three mortals. "When...," My voice starts to break and I pause a moment. "When you let yourself believe that, and have faith in it, it is a powerful thing. A god died for me," I say with conviction, knowing that it's true. Christ died for all of us and then a god I did not particularly like died to save me, and my--friends. I have friends. I cover my introspection with a meaningful look over the audience. "I will not let that have been in vain. Let us pray," I say and bow my head, briefly thinking how nice it is that I don't make crossing motions except over myself on occasion. "Dear Heavenly Father, we come before you today as humble servants. Protect them as you once did," as Lúgh did us, "and keep us safe in Your arms. Be with the souls of those who have moved on, and those they have left behind. The Marks family had friends in this town, Lord, and their loss is felt here, as are all the losses in a town like this. Keep us strong. Keep us safe. This we ask in your name. Amen."


[OPEN.]
[identity profile] mistresswanda.livejournal.com
Thursday, November 5th
Nighttime


Today.

I have been both desperate for this, and living in dread of it.  

Today.

Lugh appeared in my kitchen as I bustled about.  He didn't even have to say it was time.  His look said it all.

And if we only had a little more time, and this time, is all there is.

Today.  Tonight.  Now.

No more doubts or fears.  We cannot afford them.  It will serve no purpose to allow the dread in my heart to overtake me.  We will succeed.  We will rid Lucien of this.  We will all survive.  It is as simple as that.  

Now, I set off for the office, my part in this the easiest, yet the worst.  I can do this.  For him.  For us.  For the chance that we can have our life back, that we could be happy again.  I can do this.  After all, I was one of the best actresses on the continent.  

I stride down Main Street with a purpose, head high, eyes hard.  My heels click on the porch as I step up to the door.  I try the door, but it is locked.  Feigning annonyance, I rap on the door loudly and call out;  "Lucien Constantine, you get down here now!  We need to talk!"

I can do this.  I can do this.

(Closed)
[identity profile] mistresswanda.livejournal.com
Thursday, November 5th
Nighttime


Today.

I have been both desperate for this, and living in dread of it.  

Today.

Lugh appeared in my kitchen as I bustled about.  He didn't even have to say it was time.  His look said it all.

And if we only had a little more time, and this time, is all there is.

Today.  Tonight.  Now.

No more doubts or fears.  We cannot afford them.  It will serve no purpose to allow the dread in my heart to overtake me.  We will succeed.  We will rid Lucien of this.  We will all survive.  It is as simple as that.  

Now, I set off for the office, my part in this the easiest, yet the worst.  I can do this.  For him.  For us.  For the chance that we can have our life back, that we could be happy again.  I can do this.  After all, I was one of the best actresses on the continent.  

I stride down Main Street with a purpose, head high, eyes hard.  My heels click on the porch as I step up to the door.  I try the door, but it is locked.  Feigning annonyance, I rap on the door loudly and call out;  "Lucien Constantine, you get down here now!  We need to talk!"

I can do this.  I can do this.

(Closed)
[identity profile] brotherlaurence.livejournal.com
"Yield then to God....You might delude man, but God you cannot mock."


I worked all night and most of the day, copying the rite for Kate. With a few lines left, I shall be able to deliver it in the morning. The morning. I look up at the ceiling, trying to remember the date.

"Huh," I say softly. The morning will be the Twenty-Seventh of October. I missed it. So caught up in my own drama and the goings-on around me, I missed it.

Eleven years now that I've been Laurence Tillerman.

Forty-six years that I have been on this Earth.

I won't count how many years since my family died off, the last one clinging to life like it was her last hope.

I suppose it truly is time to place aside childish things and forget Kate and my feelings for her. She has moved on. I do not know why I cannot.

And there is another thing I cannot place aside; my anger toward Lúgh. He should never have risked her life. But then that swings around to me because I brought her into this.

If anyone dies during this rite, it should be me.

That would end this all. I should not have such thoughts, I know, but Lord, allow me some small selfishness. Even Your son wanted His pain to end.

At least His had a purpose.


[CLOSED.]
[identity profile] brotherlaurence.livejournal.com
"Yield then to God....You might delude man, but God you cannot mock."


I worked all night and most of the day, copying the rite for Kate. With a few lines left, I shall be able to deliver it in the morning. The morning. I look up at the ceiling, trying to remember the date.

"Huh," I say softly. The morning will be the Twenty-Seventh of October. I missed it. So caught up in my own drama and the goings-on around me, I missed it.

Eleven years now that I've been Laurence Tillerman.

Forty-six years that I have been on this Earth.

I won't count how many years since my family died off, the last one clinging to life like it was her last hope.

I suppose it truly is time to place aside childish things and forget Kate and my feelings for her. She has moved on. I do not know why I cannot.

And there is another thing I cannot place aside; my anger toward Lúgh. He should never have risked her life. But then that swings around to me because I brought her into this.

If anyone dies during this rite, it should be me.

That would end this all. I should not have such thoughts, I know, but Lord, allow me some small selfishness. Even Your son wanted His pain to end.

At least His had a purpose.


[CLOSED.]
[identity profile] kateohara.livejournal.com
Sunday, 25th October - late morning

It's another bright day, the sun very hot for late October. I've just spent the last hour in the coolness of church, first the abbey and then St Willigis. I'm still trying to work out how I can best pay my devotions at both. I'm not sure it will be practical to try to go to both each week. Perhaps I can alternate...

I smile and exchange greetings with a few people after the service, though my mind is elsewhere. Tess came to St Willigis with me, and the whole time she was sitting next to me I was thinking about my conversation with Parras. It made it difficult to concentrate on Laurence's sermon, but I think he spoke well. He seems so different now; so much more confident and at ease. I feel a little pang, wondering if he'd been more like this when we first met if things would have been different for us somehow. But there is no point thinking of that.

I wait outside the church for everyone to leave, and then I step back inside.

"Laurence," I say. "Thank you for another lovely service. I - I need to talk to you about... the thing we are planning to do for the doctor."

[Open to Laurence & Lugh]
[identity profile] kateohara.livejournal.com
Sunday, 25th October - late morning

It's another bright day, the sun very hot for late October. I've just spent the last hour in the coolness of church, first the abbey and then St Willigis. I'm still trying to work out how I can best pay my devotions at both. I'm not sure it will be practical to try to go to both each week. Perhaps I can alternate...

I smile and exchange greetings with a few people after the service, though my mind is elsewhere. Tess came to St Willigis with me, and the whole time she was sitting next to me I was thinking about my conversation with Parras. It made it difficult to concentrate on Laurence's sermon, but I think he spoke well. He seems so different now; so much more confident and at ease. I feel a little pang, wondering if he'd been more like this when we first met if things would have been different for us somehow. But there is no point thinking of that.

I wait outside the church for everyone to leave, and then I step back inside.

"Laurence," I say. "Thank you for another lovely service. I - I need to talk to you about... the thing we are planning to do for the doctor."

[Open to Laurence & Lugh]
[identity profile] brotherlaurence.livejournal.com
1Jesus, full of the Holy Spirit, returned from the Jordan and was led by the Spirit in the desert, 2where for forty days he was tempted by the devil. He ate nothing during those days, and at the end of them he was hungry.

3The devil said to him, "If you are the Son of God, tell this stone to become bread."

4Jesus answered, "It is written: 'Man does not live on bread alone.'"

5The devil led him up to a high place and showed him in an instant all the kingdoms of the world. 6And he said to him, "I will give you all their authority and splendor, for it has been given to me, and I can give it to anyone I want to. 7So if you worship me, it will all be yours."

8Jesus answered, "It is written: 'Worship the Lord your God and serve him only.'"

9The devil led him to Jerusalem and had him stand on the highest point of the temple. "If you are the Son of God," he said, "throw yourself down from here. 10For it is written:
" 'He will command his angels concerning you
to guard you carefully;
11they will lift you up in their hands,
so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.'"


12Jesus answered, "It says: 'Do not put the Lord your God to the test.'"

13When the devil had finished all this tempting, he left him until an opportune time. (Luke 4:1-13 NIV)



There is a good amount of people here. The room does not overflow, but every seat is filled. I do not know that the topic of my sermon has converted anyone, but I have hope that it will at least give some second thoughts about dealing with the Thing in the Tower and the others who walk among us.

I finish with a prayer that I lead us all in, giving thanks and asking for protection and leadership. I also pray for the Reaves family, and the Marks family as well. When I am done and I lift my head, I give everyone a smile.

"Thank you all again for coming. You are more than welcome to stay and partake in a meal with us." I motion to the table that Cain and Kaeli helped me set up. Then I step from the pulpit and move into the crowd, shaking hands and giving smiles to those who reach out to me in congratulations or something. But this is not about me. I hope that they realize that. The Wilsons are here, I notice and give them a smile. They begin to make a beeline for me and I brace myself, hoping I can find someone else to talk to before Amanda is thrust upon me again.


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1Jesus, full of the Holy Spirit, returned from the Jordan and was led by the Spirit in the desert, 2where for forty days he was tempted by the devil. He ate nothing during those days, and at the end of them he was hungry.

3The devil said to him, "If you are the Son of God, tell this stone to become bread."

4Jesus answered, "It is written: 'Man does not live on bread alone.'"

5The devil led him up to a high place and showed him in an instant all the kingdoms of the world. 6And he said to him, "I will give you all their authority and splendor, for it has been given to me, and I can give it to anyone I want to. 7So if you worship me, it will all be yours."

8Jesus answered, "It is written: 'Worship the Lord your God and serve him only.'"

9The devil led him to Jerusalem and had him stand on the highest point of the temple. "If you are the Son of God," he said, "throw yourself down from here. 10For it is written:
" 'He will command his angels concerning you
to guard you carefully;
11they will lift you up in their hands,
so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.'"


12Jesus answered, "It says: 'Do not put the Lord your God to the test.'"

13When the devil had finished all this tempting, he left him until an opportune time. (Luke 4:1-13 NIV)



There is a good amount of people here. The room does not overflow, but every seat is filled. I do not know that the topic of my sermon has converted anyone, but I have hope that it will at least give some second thoughts about dealing with the Thing in the Tower and the others who walk among us.

I finish with a prayer that I lead us all in, giving thanks and asking for protection and leadership. I also pray for the Reaves family, and the Marks family as well. When I am done and I lift my head, I give everyone a smile.

"Thank you all again for coming. You are more than welcome to stay and partake in a meal with us." I motion to the table that Cain and Kaeli helped me set up. Then I step from the pulpit and move into the crowd, shaking hands and giving smiles to those who reach out to me in congratulations or something. But this is not about me. I hope that they realize that. The Wilsons are here, I notice and give them a smile. They begin to make a beeline for me and I brace myself, hoping I can find someone else to talk to before Amanda is thrust upon me again.


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