#covenaters

[scotianostra]

December 6th 1666 saw the executions of nine Covenanters in Ayr and Edinburgh.

Differing dates for this, one source gives the 7th, another the 27th. The truth be told on looking into this further it connects directly to my post of November 28th and the Battle of Rullion Green. What I discovered is there were a total of three dozen or so put to death in the aftermath of The Pentland Uprising.

I think I need to go into the background a wee bit about the Covenanters and their movement.

This stretches back to the first English Civil War, when English parliamentarians enlisted the aid of Scottish Presbyterians by agreeing to a covenant guaranteeing presbyterian church governance in Scotland and England. Essentially, that meant representative ecclesiastical authority, rather than top-down power from the king, via bishops.

The Presbyterians took this covenant very seriously indeed, indeed some still do.

This expedient political arrangement flew apart post-hostilities, especially when the Presbyterians’ parliamentary faction got on the wrong side of Cromwell‘s New Model Army. “Pride’s Purge”, the de facto army coup d’etat which made possible the execution of Charles I, essentially consisted of kicking out of Parliament the Presbyterian types who were ready to strike a deal with the king at the army’s expense and then governing with the remainder.

This made Presbyterians, for whom reformed church governance was the issue, amenable to inroads from the royalist camp. As soon as Charles I lost his head, the un-purged Presbyterian Scottish Parliament recognized Charles II … on condition that he get on board and signed The Covenant, which he did, but Charles was not exactly an enthusiastic partner.

But nevertheless, Charles II did sign on the dotted line as the price for a Scottish throne and a play at restoration … but the army stomped that, too. An exasperated Cromwell asked of these quarrelsome Scots with their presbyter hangup, he is quoted as saying;

“I beseech you, in the bowels of Christ, think it possible you may be mistaken!”

Mistaken or not, the beaten Presbyterians were optimistic — it’s a ridiculous optimism, in retrospect — that the post-Cromwell Restoration of the exiled monarch would finally Presbyterianise the island. But in 1660, it was Charles wielding the grindstone.

Much to his former allies’ chagrin, Charles rolled back the previous years’ church reforms, booted dissenting clerics, and cemented episcopacy. You have to remember the Stewarts were after all believers in the divine right, basically they were here on this earth to carry out Gods work.

The Presbyterian frustration here is understandable; they twice came out on the winning side in the civil war carrying signed pledges from the victors, and were twice balked of their prize. And the balked prize was only God’s work on earth.

In November 1666, a thousand aggrieved Covenanters marched towards Edinburgh in the pitiful and improvised Pentland Rising, which was violently stopped at Rullion Green.

Mass executions of prisoners followed throughout December and into January. (Others not executed were transported to the colonies.)

The executions at Ayr took a bit of a twist when their public executioner fled rather than put godly Scotsmen to death. A Highlander named William Sutherland, who served the same office, was retrieved from nearby Irvine, but he too refused even when threatened with torture.

The beneficiary of these principled refusals, in body if not in soul, was Cornelius Anderson, one of the eight doomed to die in Ayr who was finally prevailed upon to take the job of hanging his fellows in exchange for his life. Faltering spirit fortified with too much brandy, Anderson clumsily dispatched this group; later, since the obdurate Irvine hangman had been sacked, he had to do the same to two more Covenanters there.

Guilt-ridden and reviled, Anderson actually might have been the most miserable man on the scaffold. He came to a miserable end.

His conscience troubling him, he went to Ireland, where he was no better; nobody would either give him work or lodging. He built a little house in some common place near Dublin, where he and it and all were burnt to ashes.

[globalgospel17]

CLICK & LISTEN!

[aeternal-nightmare]

alien covenat

[presidentstarscream]

Its the covenat cat meme

[thrivemin]

The Covenat of Freedom Galatians 4:28-31

We are not in slavery to the law or flesh but free in the covenant of promise that we made with God through Jesus.

[arbron]

Falkland—The Covenater Hotel

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[the-empress-shark]

Who does remember Karin Koenig from Shadow Hearts Covenant, ps2 game? XD

[muthur9000]

Two ivory-white spikes shot upward from his back and rib cage, bursting out between her splayed fingers. Shocked into immobility, she could only stare as his entire back ruptured, the split rib cage spreading in opposite directions as if pulled apart by a pair of giant hands. Fountaining blood gushed over her, causing her to stumble backward, one hand feeling for her own mouth. A placenta-like sac oozed from the now-dead private’s insides, rising and expanding from his back like a fleshy balloon. She screamed and flecks of blood flew from her lips. Ledward’s blood. Ripped open from within, the sac tore lengthwise. The creature that emerged was small, about the size of an ordinary house cat. With its white, almost translucent flesh and elongated, vaguely humanoid skull, it was a choice vision from Hell. Mucus and bits of dead Ledward dripped from its head and flanks. As it rose, limbs unfolded from joints, revealing slender arms and legs glistening with slick afterbirth. A long, pointed tail uncoiled. There were no eyes or ears, but a small puckered circle indicated the presence of an as yet unformed mouth. The skin was smooth, slick. A nauseatingly sweet smell, like the aroma of a bad narcotic, spread through the medbay. While blood continued to pump from the private’s destroyed body, the flow began to slow. Not quite dead but much less than alive, what remained of Ledward abruptly jerked forward, then contorted backward across the med bed. Tumbling off but still halfway held to the platform by the single safety strap around his waist, he twisted once again. A single loud report filled the bay as his back snapped.

Alien: Covenant Novelisation

[thegreato1ne]

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[scotianostra]

On February 17th 1688 the Scottish Covenanter Minister James Renwick was executed in Edinburgh.

Born in Dumfriesshire, he was educated at the University of Edinburgh, graduating with a Master of Arts in 1681. Whilst at Edinburgh he witnessed the execution of Donald Cargill, a radical Covenanter preacher who had repeatedly preached against the restored Stuart monarchy and the imposition of the episcopal system of Church government. The event convinced Renwick to join Cargill's fellow adherents, most notably Richard Cameron, and he was sent to Holland to continue his theological studies. In 1683 he finished his studies and was ordained. He returned to Scotland via Ireland in the same year and began his ministry, organising various secret meetings in fields and empty churches. Renwick gained popularity amongst Covenanters through his skill at preaching but in 1685 he refused to join the insurrection of Archibald Campbell, 9th Earl of Argyll, and lost many friends and supporters. In 1687 James II granted two indulgences giving Presbyterians full liberty to assemble for their worship in meeting-houses or private residences, on condition of registration and taking an oath of allegiance. All but Renwick and his followers agreed to the stipulations and he and his followers were hunted down by the authorities. He was captured on 1 February 1688, whilst visiting Edinburgh. Although he was given plenty of opportunity to recant his opposition to the Stuarts throughout his trial and before his execution, he refused and was duly hanged on 17 February 1688. During his life Renwick never published any of his writings or sermons but soon after his death they were collected, transcribed and published, with a faithful follower, the Reverend Alexander Sheilds composing first a eulogy of his death and later a fuller biography of the man.

Photos include Renwick being taken down West Bow to the Grassmarket where he took "the last drop".

[we-are-in-gods-hands]

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[daybreak96]

Ted Talk

Seb as a sub

God just look at this moment from I’m Not Here, the way he completely surrenders to her, but more so how he seems turned on by it!!! 😝

Gif credit to @serumsteve and @missbuckyinmydreams

And then in the Covenat when he gets bitch slapped and choked and looks like he just got sucked off!?! 🙈

And I need not mention the countless times Seb has talked about liking dominant women and women who can tell him what to do, at cons 👌 sadly there are no gifs, but he even said he was into s+m a few times 😂

I know there are more examples out there but I can’t find them on mobile 😩

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[coldgirlalways]

—¿Puedo preguntar qué haces pasándole notitas a Aiden—Miró la carta como si fuera una bomba —Es una carta de amor. Le pido que haga un circulito en si «Sí» o si «No» me quiere

Saga Covenat 

[xytan-jar-wattinree-2552]

“Admiral, Slip Space jump is being attempted, what should we do?”

“Destroy the engines”

A CAS fired its Plsama beams, canons, and torpedos at the engines, they smashed Into aft of the ship

“Burn them all”

Unidentified ship bearing grid 347 change bearing now or be boarded and or eradicated -Imperial Admiral Xytan

It would take a moment for the ship to reply, honestly made it seem like a ghost ship for a moment until someone finally got on the communications and replied

"Can yas keeps it down a bit?... Still nurse'n a damn hangover... bad one too..."