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Ohhhhh! Now I remember him! My bad—I thought Leon had recognized him.
"Don't shine so that others can see you. Shine so that through you, others can see Him." ~ C.S.L.
You got the section from today I’m assuming….
Or did you write that in reply to what I said yesterday?
Fires will rise to testify that 2+2=4. Swords will be drawn to prove that leaves are green in summer
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NEXT SECTION!!!
(btw, there was a short section before this that only Hybridlore commented on, and I’m not sure if the rest of you got tagged. I’ve been told tags are acting up.)
Julian and Leon stayed in Clonabay for two weeks. During that time, they met with their brothers and sisters in the church, proclaimed Christ to strangers, and clashed with Karl’s followers. They had a chance to meet with Oswin, who was recovering slowly but surely. The weather continued to remain warm, and everyone thanked God, for the long winter had taken its toll on the Empire.
Amarin, Julian, and Leon talked with Andreas about taking some of the leadership in the church. Andreas asked for a week to pray about it. This he did, and Julian saw him sitting alone with his Bible very often in that time. At last, he came and told them he was ready.
Now that Amarin had Andreas to help him, and Oswin was on the mend, Julian and Leon both felt that it was time to press on to the Capital.
“Have you heard any news from Landstraten?” Leon asked Amarin.
“No, not since Erich and Helen stopped here,” Amarin replied.
Leon looked surprised. “Stopped here? Where were they going?”
“They were flying for the border,” Andreas replied, lowering his voice to a whisper. “Erich was going to try and get his family out of the Empire and into Ardenta.”
Julian and Leon exchanged glances. “So, he really tried it,” Julian said, quietly. “I pray they got out.”
“So do I,” Amarin agreed.
“Well, we’ll still stop at Landstraten on our way to the Capital,” Leon decided. “The church there was small, but some may have remained.
“Have you heard news from the Capital?” Julian wondered.
“No, nothing that would help you or concerned us, besides the fact that they are tightening the trap on those who do not believe in their gods,” Andreas said.
“The games will be held in the Capital this year, and it is rumored the prince might make an appearance,” Amarin added.
Julian started. “But Dietrich is dead.”
“Then it is as we suspected. They will have his cousin play the part, as no one has ever really seen the true prince’s face,” Leon said.
Andreas shook his head. “It is a world of lies we live in. We truly are a country living in darkness.”
“But ‘those who dwelt in a land of deep darkness, on them has Light shone’,” Leon quoted.
***
Julian stood in the street outside Amarin’s home. Adeline was checking through the pack of food she had prepared for them, and Leon was speaking a few words of encouragement and farewell to Andreas. Amarin stepped outside and came to Julian. The two embraced. “Be careful out there,” Amarin said.
“I’ll try, but I am on the front lines of a battlefield,” Julian grinned.
Amarin nodded and forced a smile.
Julain’s face sobered. “Amarin, it’s going to get hard, but don’t give in, and don’t be discouraged. Karl has caused a lot of damage, and he’s still out here. He’ll keep working against you. Never stop fighting for what’s right, and never give in. ‘See to it that no one takes you captive by philosophy and empty deceit, according to human tradition, according to the elemental spirits of the world, and not according to Christ’.”
“I will remember that, thank you, Julian,” Amarin said.
Leon came to speak with Amarin, and Julian turned to Andreas. “I am so thankful God let me see his promise fulfilled,”
“What promise?” Andreas asked.
“That when we speak His words, it does not go out void. Remember that, Andreas. Remember that you are living evidence of God’s many promises.”
Andreas nodded. The two embraced, and then Andreas spoke. “Thank you for listening to God and believing that promise. If you hadn’t spoken that night, things would be very different.”
Leon and Julian bid farewell to Adeline, and then they set out for Landstraten.
The journey passed uneventfully, and the two came in sight of Landstraten about midafternoon. They made their way to the small town and entered unhindered. They were walking down the street in the direction of the Stein’s home when shouting caught their attention. Julian and Leon turned and hurried in the direction. They came to the center of the town and found the source of the shouting.
A crowd of angry men and women were gathered about a young man, who lay crumpled in the street. One of the men was relentlessly kicking him, while the others jeered and shouted. The young man had given up avoiding the blows, and now had his head covered with his arms, trying to protect himself as well as he could.
Julian took a step forward. He didn’t care what the crime or offense was, this was pure cruelty, not punishment. He paused as one of the men held up his hand and shouted, “Alright, enough!”
The crowd fell silent. The man stood over the captive. “Tell us, do you still cling to your foolishness?”
The young man looked up, his face smeared with blood and his breathing ragged. “I always will.”
One of the men kicked his savagely, and the crowd began to yell curses. “Hang him!” Shouted the leader. “Hang the miserable dog!”
The people chanted their agreement, and the young man was dragged to his feet and roughly blindfolded while several people ran to get a rope, and a few boys climbed out onto the strong branch of a tree.
Julian lunged forward, but Leon pulled him back into the side street.
“Leon, we have to do something!” Julian cried. “We can’t let them kill him!”
“What you were about to do would give them three victims instead of one. There are too many to overpower by brute force,” Leon replied as he shed his rucksack and other traveling gear.
Julian looked back toward the square, sick with worry. “Leon, they’re dragging him over there right now! We have to hurry!”
“Get rid of your gear,” Leon replied, tossing his inside an empty barrel.
Julian obeyed and looked back at the square. “Leon! They’re tying his hands behind his back! They’re about to hang him!”
Leon pulled his hood low and his cloak far over his shoulders. “Calm yourself.”
Julian froze. He hadn’t heard Leon speak like that since the last war they fought in. Leon strode out across the square, and Julian took a deep breath and followed him, trying not to watch the scene unfolding just ahead of them. Leon walked with the stride of an officer who knew exactly what he was about. He waited until he was about twenty paces from the group before raising his voice. “Stop now!”
The townsfolk started in surprise, and several whirled about to see who had spoken.
“What is this prisoner’s offense, and why has he not had a trial?” Leon demanded, coming closer.
“There is no need for a trial,” one man replied. “He speaks out against the gods. He has continued to do so repeatedly, claiming he will not sway from his beliefs.”
“Ah, one of the believers of the One God,” Leon replied, his voice conveying an undertone of eagerness that was rather chilling mixed with his glare. “Then he is to be turned over to the soldiers of the Imperial army for questioning and due punishment.”
The man glanced at a few of his companions, unsure of what to say.
“I will take him into custody,” Leon said, holding out a hand.
“And who are you to do that?” the man asked.
Leon drew himself up. “Lieutenant Fischer,” he replied curtly. “If you want evidence, I can give you some you won’t quickly forget,” he added, reaching under his cloak toward his left hip.
Several of the townsfolk scrambled back, and the man raised his hands. “No need, lieutenant.” He nodded to two of the men, who dragged the prisoner forward and handed him over to Julian, who stood just slightly behind Leon.
Julian grabbed the young man’s arms. The captive stood straight, but Julian could feel him shaking and heard his breath jerking unevenly.
“My deepest apologies, Lieutenant. Without the uniform I did not recognize you, and I couldn’t possibly relinquish such a dangerous criminal into the hands of any stranger,” the man said.
“Your loyalty is appreciated by your country,” Leon replied coldly.
“Will you be staying here long?” the man inquired.
“That is none of your concern,” Leon retorted.
“Please permit me one last question,” the man wheedled.
Leon sighed.
The man seemed to take this as an invitation to go on, for he asked his question. “Why are not you and your companion dressed in uniform?”
“These believers of the One God flee at the mention of the uniform of the Empire, do they not?” With that, Leon turned and strode away.
Julian yanked his captive around and shoved him forward. They made their way out of the town and down the road. They didn’t stop until Landstraten lay hidden behind a hill. As soon as they were out of sight, Leon led them into a small group of trees. He checked their surroundings and then spoke. “Sit down.”
The young man carefully did so, Julian keeping him steady. Leon dropped to one knee and cut the ropes that bound his wrists.
“Lieutenant, you won’t make me change my mind. I will hold fast to what I believe, no matter what you do. If you have any mercy, then I ask that you end this quickly,” the captive said, his voice shaking slightly.
Leon freed the blindfold, and the young man looked up. There was a long cut along his cheekbone surrounded by bruising, and his nose and mouth were bleeding. Leon came around to face him. “I will not harm you,” he said. “My name is Leon, and I believe in the One True God, as you do.”
“Leon!” the young man cried. “Oh, thank God! Do you not remember me? I’m Hue Stein, Erich’s younger brother.”
“Hue!” Julian exclaimed.
“Oh, thank God,” Leon breathed. “A few moments too soon, or too late… oh thank God.” He embraced the boy, and Hue began to cry with relief. After a few moments he wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. “I’m sorry. I was just so frightened and trying to prepare myself for the worst–– and then God brought you!”
“It’s alright, Hue, I have seen soldiers cry after a less trying ordeal,” Leon reassured. “That was a hard battle you fought, and what you faced would have tried the courage of any man. I am very proud of the faith you displayed. Well done.”
“Thank you,” Hue replied hoarsely.
“Tell me, do you still live here?” Leon asked.
Hue nodded. “My parents and I still live just outside the town, but Erich and Hellen left. Have you seen them?”
“They made it safely to Clonabay and stayed with Amarin and his wife before journeying toward the border. Beyond that, we have heard nothing,” Julian replied.
Hue nodded. He let out a deep breath and then winced.
“Are you alright?” Leon asked, laying a hand on his shoulder.
Hue grinned crookedly. “I guess I didn’t realize how much pain I was in until now,”
“Is it safe to take you to your home?” Leon asked.
“If we approach from the opposite side as the town, then yes.”
Leon turned. “Julian, I want you to go back and get our gear, Hue, you and I will get you home. Julian, you know the way to the Stein’s, correct?”
“Yes,” Julian replied.
Leon gave a nod. “Alright, I’ll see you there.”
Julian got up and headed back toward the village. Leon turned to Hue. “Can you walk?”
“Yes, just give me a moment,” Hue replied. He drew in several slow, shallow breaths and then looked up. Leon carefully helped him to his feet and pulled Hue’s arm over his shoulders. “Alright, steady does it.”
Together the two set out at a slow pace for the Stein’s home. By the time they got there, Hue was rather pale, and his breathing was more labored.
Leon supported Hue and then knocked on the door. Mrs. Stein opened it. When she saw Hue, she gasped and rushed out. “Oh Hue, what happened!”
“I’m alright,” he replied, forcing a weak smile.
“I’ll help you get him inside,” Leon said. “Julian should be coming soon.”
She nodded distractedly and pulled Hue’s other arm over her shoulder. The two got him inside and laid him down in bed. Mrs. Stien turned to Leon. “My husband is working out in the fields. Hue was supposed to be getting our shovel from the blacksmith. How did you find him? And… I am sure I know you but…”
“Leon Fischer, ma’am. I’m a friend of Julian and Roland. Do you remember them?”
“Oh of course! And you say Julian is here?” Mrs. Stein asked.
“Yes, he’s coming,” Leon replied.
“But what happened!” Mrs. Stein exclaimed, touching her son’s bloodied face.
“Your son was taken captive by the villagers.”
“The villagers?” Mrs. Stein asked in surprise.
“Someone must have stirred them up,” Hue said from where he lay. “They were set on taking my life.”
Mrs. Stein covered her mouth with her hands.
“It’s alright,” Hue comforted. “God sent Leon and Julian to save me. I got away with only a slight thrashing,”
“More than a slight,” Mrs. Stein replied, hurrying to the kitchen. “Leon, would you please get some water from the well?”
“Of course,” Leon replied. He went outside, grabbing the bucket by the door as he did. At the well he ran into Mr. Stein.
“Leon! Where did you spring from?” the farmer exclaimed.
Leon grinned and clasped his hand. Then his face sobered. “Sir, your son, Hue, was attacked by the villagers today. Julian and I were able to save him, but he was beat up pretty badly. They had intended to kill him.”
Mr. Stein had gone slightly pale, and it took him several minutes to find his voice. “Where is he?”
“In the house. Your wife is caring for him,” Leon replied.
Mr. Stein turned, but Leon caught his arm. “Sir, I want you to know that they gave him the chance to deny our Lord, and he boldly refused. He displayed nothing but courage and faith, even the face of death.”
Mr. Stein smiled, and there were tears in his eyes. Then he turned and hurried toward the house.
When Leon came back with the water, Mrs. Stein was wiping the blood from her son’s face while Mr. Stein was trying to assess the damage done to Hue’s ribs. Leon quietly set to work, helping as they asked. Julian arrived and set their packs in a corner before coming to see what he could do.
After a time, they all stepped away and left Hue to rest, knowing they had done what they could. Mrs. Stein told the men to wash their hands and promised something to eat and drink.
When they had cleaned up, the four gathered around the table, and Julian and Leon filled in the Steins on all that had happened since their last meeting. By the time they finished, it was evening. Mrs. Stein went to check on Hue. He was asleep but had a moderate fever. When Mr. Stein heard the news, he looked worried. “I doubt he’ll be able to help in the field tomorrow
“I should think he wouldn’t be up for at least a week with the injuries to his ribs,” Mrs. Stein replied.
“As much as I long to give him the time to fully recover, we won’t survive the next winter if the fields aren’t tended,” Mr. Stein said.
“We’ll stay and help you,” Leon decided.
Mr. Stien shook his head. “No, I couldn’t ask you to do that.”
“We have nothing pressing, and we came to help those in need,” Leon replied. “We’ll stay until Hue is back on his feet.”
***
The seventeenth year of Emperor Haidronias’s reign
July 28th
The EmpireI enjoy work in the fields. It is so refreshing to be out in God’s creation just tending to the ground and watching as He produces the plants from the seeds. I wonder if this is a very small taste of the joy Adam had caring for the Garden of Eden. There is hard work, or course, but it is enjoyable. Hue is still unable to get up. It has been three days now since we rescued him. He is running a fever and spends most of his time sleeping. We are not too worried, for it is completely normal that he should be worn out from the pain. Mrs. Stein is keeping a close watch on the fever and his sleep. He is not slow to respond or understand while he’s awake, so I think the blows to his face and head were not as serious as they could have been.
~Leon
The seventeenth year of Emperor Haidronias’s reign
July 30th
The EmpireToday, Hue was able to get up for a few hours, but he couldn’t do any hard labor. No one— save the two other families that make up the church in Landstraten— knows that he is alive and here. I wonder how long that secret can be kept, and how long it will be necessary to do so. He can’t live in hiding from his own village for the rest of his life. When I asked him, he replied he didn’t know yet, but he was trusting God to show him what to do when the time came. I admire his faith, and it strengthens my own more then he could ever know.
~Julian
The seventeenth year of Emperor Haidronias’s reign
August 2nd
The EmpireToday, Hue asked me what had become of Rolf, Roland, and Aelic. He was very pleased with the news of Roland’s wedding. I didn’t want to have to tell him about Aelic, for the two were good friends. However, I knew it was not something I could hide from him and thought it best if he heard it from someone who cared. When I told him, he just sat in silence for a long time. At last, he asked to be alone. When he came from his room a few hours later, he was his normal self, though quieter, and he was very tender to his mother. I know it must have been a hard blow for him, and I wish there had been another way, but he needed to know the truth, and I would forever feel the guilt if I had lied to him.
~Leon
The seventeenth year of Emperor Haidronias’s reign
August 5th
The EmpireHue will be back on his feet and able to help his father soon. Now that the time of departure is drawing near, I cannot stop thinking about the Capital and what might be going on there. Everywhere we have gone, evil has awaited is in one form or another. The massacre at the University, the false teaching in Clonabay, and the attempt to murder Hue a short time ago. Yet, everywhere we have gone, there have been those who still hold to the true faith and are pressing on in the Narrow Way, one step at a time. Even at the University, there was clear evidence that many did not waver in their faith.
Oh Lord, what is happening to my country? I know You are faithful, mighty, just, and have a plan for each one of us, but it’s so dark right now! I wish I could see ahead to where You make all right. I will trust You, Lord. Oh, help me to trust You.~Julian
***
It was not too long before the time came for Leon and Julian to bid the Stein’s farewell. They had a dinner with them and the few other believers still left in and around Landstraten. It was an evening the two young men would not soon forget. They ate, fellowshipped, prayed, and sang. When the last visitor had gone, Leon and Julian were left strengthened and encouraged.
The next morning, they prepared to leave. While Mrs. Stein packed them food and water, Hue came to Julian and Leon. “Thank you so much for saving my life, and for staying here to help my parents while I recovered.”
“Of Course,” Leon replied, grasping his hand. “You are brothers and sisters, and that is what Christ would have wanted us to do.”
“Besides, it was good to spend time with your family and work in the fields. I finally understand why you farmers stick to your task,” Julian added.
Hue laughed. “Well, it can be hard, but I could love no other work more than this.”
They were all silent a moment, and when Hue spoke again, it was with a sober tone. “Leon, thank you for telling me about Aelic.”
Leon nodded, but his expression betrayed his surprise at the comment.
Hue smiled slightly and continued. “Aelic was one of the best friends I have ever had, and it was horrible to hear that he had been killed. But it has also given me strength. If Aelic could give his life for his Savior, then I know God will give me the strength to do the same. If the villagers wish my death again, I will remember Aelic and pray with all the strength I have.”
Leon laid a hand on his shoulder. “Hue, your courage and faith is more encouraging to me then you could ever know. I look forward to the day when we will meet again.”
“I do too,” Hue replied. “If you had never come, I would never know the truth. Thank you, Leon and Julian. Thank you.”
The two embraced Hue and then bid farewell to Mr. and Mrs. Stein. They shouldered their packs and set off down the road once again, turning to wave farewell to the Steins as they went.
They skirted the town and cut across a few fields before making their way back to the road. Once there, they set out at a steady pace.
“You know, we’ve done so much walking, I hardly notice the inconvenience of it. It seems more like breathing now,” Leon commented.
Julian laughed. “I never could have guessed that we, who were once soldiers, would spend so many years running from the army we once served. God sure has put some interesting twists in our life.”
They walked all that day, camped in the evening, and then set out again the next morning without event. This pattern continued peacefully, and they passed a few travelers here and there, but were not stopped by anyone. On their last evening outside the Capital, the two camped on a hill with a view of the city almost a day’s journey away.
After eating, Julian sat down and stared out over the city. Hundreds of lights glittered within its walls, and the lanterns on the ramparts flickered when guards passed by.
Leon came and stood a little behind him. For a long time, they looked out at the city, each lost in his own thoughts.
Leon sighed and sat down beside Julian. “What are you thinking?”
Julian grimaced slightly. “I’m wondering if once I pass through those gates, I will ever leave.”
“I was wondering what we will find when we enter that city. Will it be like Clonabay, with the church braking apart from the inside? Or will it be like Landstraten with only a few faithful left? Or… or will it be like the University, with all of them dead.”
Julian shuddered. They were silent for several minutes. Then, he spoke. “What’s going to happen in there, Leon? What does God have in store?”
“Only He knows,” Leon replied.
After a time, Leon stood up and went back to the fire. When Julian glanced over at him a little while later, he was asleep.
Julian stood up and went to his pack. He dug about in it for a while, and at last found the journal and pulled it and his writing supplies out. He went back and sat down with his back to the fire and his gaze on the distant city. After thinking for a time, he opened to a blank page and began to write.
The seventeenth year of Emperor Haidronias’s reign
August 11th
The EmpireWe are a day’s journey from the Capital of the Empire. Leon is asleep and I am sitting near our fire. I can see the city from here. It is all aglow with torches and the lights shining from within the houses. I have been thinking about the last time we were in the Capital. So much happened, and so many things we never expected took place. I wonder how many of those we left behind are still alive. I wonder what will happen there, and what lies ahead. Is the end near? I have thought it was so many times, but God has done the impossible and set us free.
Still, I wonder… Could this be the last time I camp under the stars? Is this my final evening in the wilderness? Could this be the last time I look up and see the stars shining so brightly above me. The stars are so beautiful tonight, and the sky is so clear. Is that city shining so peacefully below the place where it all ends?~Julian.
***
The next morning, Leon and Julian ate a silent breakfast, glancing often out at the city below. When they had finished, they put out the fire and packed up their things. The summer seemed to have gone so fast, and Julian could hardly believe it was almost autumn again. The warmth was so refreshing, and it seemed like it had only been pleasant weather fort a few weeks. “I wonder how bad this winter will be.”
Leon paused in the work of wrestling his cloak into his pack and looked around. “I don’t know.” Then, he shrugged. “What does it matter. We can’t change it, and it’s part of God’s plan. We just need to trust him.”
Julian smiled and swung his rucksack onto his shoulders. “Ready?”
Soon the two were on their way down toward the Capital. They were quiet for most of the journey, each busy with his own thoughts. They arrived at the gates in the late afternoon. As Julian was walking, he faltered in his step and paused. He looked up at the iron gates, the guards, and the guard towers. For one moment he wanted nothing to do with that city, for all it looked like in his eyes was a deathtrap. Leon paused and glanced back. “Come on. He will be with us.”
Julian took a deep breath and hurried to catch up. The two passed through the gates unchallenged and made their way through the city toward the inn they had stayed in when they had first arrived in the Capital a year ago. When they arrived, it was not the same man and woman who ran the place. This innkeeper was much younger and had a young wife and two sons.
Julian and Leon paid for a room and then went up to get their things settled before supper.
“Well, we’re here,” Leon said, setting his rucksack by his bed.
Julian nodded and looked out the window. “So many memories… will it have all changed? Is there any one left?”
“Tomorrow, we will go out and seek them,” Leon said.
They ate their meal in the main room and tried to listen to the conversations around them. There was much talk about the coming games, which were to be held in October, and even more talk about the possible appearance of the prince after he had gone away for his schooling. Leon saw Julian’s hand tighten into a fist, and knew he was thinking about what had really happened to Dietrich and Marius.
There was some gossip here and there, but surprisingly, nothing was said about arrests, deaths, or believers of the One God.
After dinner, the two went up to their room to discuss the events.
“So, it seems the people really have swallowed the lie that Dietrich isn’t dead but has only gone away for a time to train,” Leon said, leaning against the small writing table by the window.
“It angers me so much!” Julian exclaimed. “I wish someone knew! If the people knew what really happened, maybe there would be some sort of rebellion or… or something! This is maddening.”
“Yes, but God is doing something here. We can’t see it right now, but He is most assuredly using this. This lie goes on because it is part of His plan… somehow. We know he uses all things,” Leon remarked.
Julian sighed and sat down on the bed across from Leon.
Leon shifted slightly. “What did you think about there being absolutely no gossip concerning the believers?”
“It can mean nothing good,” Julian replied.
“I feel the same,” Leon agreed. “It means that something has happened to cause them to no longer be the focus of attention. Perhaps they have all left, or worse, they are cooperating with the priests.”
“Or they’re all dead,” Julian added darkly.
Leon nodded.
Julian began unlacing his boots. “Well, we had better get some sleep, and then we’ll go and start looking for them. I wonder where they could be… if there are any of them left.”
“I guess we’ll just have to start looking at all the homes we can remember,” Leon shrugged.
As Julian settled into bed that night, he looked toward the window and whispered a prayer. “Lord, if anyone still calls upon Your name in this city, help us to find them.”
Fires will rise to testify that 2+2=4. Swords will be drawn to prove that leaves are green in summer
“I was one of them,” Andreas said. “That one night when we were threatening you, you looked straight at me, and you said it wasn’t too late. I never forgot those words.”
Ah… Okay, I remember him.
Remind me… are the Steins the family Julian, Aelic, and Roland were staying with when Leon and Rolf caught up to them?
Back to the capital again.
You know, I was thinking, Karl is a good villain for your book and the message you try to teach. You’ve told us one of your goals with this series is to wake up Christians from their comfort zone and to encourage them to fight the good fight of faith no matter the cost. Karl voices the other side, saying “we should worship Christ and idols to avoid suffering.” As far as I can recall, there hasn’t been much of this. It would be interesting to see more villains or foils with health and wealth gospels to explore that side more and challenge the heroes. I hope to see more of this at some point.
Sometimes it is necessary to paint the sky black in order to see the stars.
Yes, that was the Stiens
Hmm, interesting that you should say that…………. I agree that the villain on the inside is a fun twist. I like this too.
Fires will rise to testify that 2+2=4. Swords will be drawn to prove that leaves are green in summer
Though I do recall some villains in book 2 at least who tried to tempt Joseph by telling him that suffering wasn’t worth it. I just think Karl is more interesting because he has some understanding of Christianity, and has the potential to make a stronger argument.
Sometimes it is necessary to paint the sky black in order to see the stars.
I’ve encountered Karl’s in my day. Guys who can quote scripture up and down, but live in complete lies, yet they try to make it look like you’re the enemy.
Fires will rise to testify that 2+2=4. Swords will be drawn to prove that leaves are green in summer
Well, as Philippians 4:13 says:
“I can do all things…” with a Bible verse taken out of context.
Sometimes it is necessary to paint the sky black in order to see the stars.
*blink*
Now I’m just confused.
Fires will rise to testify that 2+2=4. Swords will be drawn to prove that leaves are green in summer
Now I’m just confused.
Good.
Philippians 4:13 is a verse people like to take out of context when they set their eyes on a goal, like win a sports game.
The point is that context is key, and by removing it, it can be easy to twist verses into excuses to do what we want. Like what Satan did when he tempted Jesus.
Sometimes it is necessary to paint the sky black in order to see the stars.
Ah yes, now I get it.
People can’t just cheery pick verses.
Fires will rise to testify that 2+2=4. Swords will be drawn to prove that leaves are green in summer
Good section. I’m glad Leon and Julian saved Hue. It’ll be interesting to see what happens in the Capital.
"Don't shine so that others can see you. Shine so that through you, others can see Him." ~ C.S.L.
@ellette-giselle Those two sections were good. I’m glad they saved Hue–not every character needs to be killed off in order for the story to have an impact.
How far are we in the book btw?
"When in doubt, eat cheese crackers."-me to my charries who don't even know about cheese crackers
Yeah, Hue was a character who needed to be saved.
Fires will rise to testify that 2+2=4. Swords will be drawn to prove that leaves are green in summer
Me too. Hue’s a fun character.
agreed.
Not gonna tell ya. 😈
Fires will rise to testify that 2+2=4. Swords will be drawn to prove that leaves are green in summer
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