#hosea matthews father to many

[evercornelias]

whenever i catch a camp interaction where jack calls hosea “uncle hosea” i get so taken aback. what do you mean “UNCLE”?!?! honey, that’s PEEPAW HOSEA to you!

[meeks-just-wants-to-scroll]

IM LOSING MY MIND OVER THE ARTHUR WITH HOSEA PUTTING HIS HAND ON HIS HEAD DRAWING AAAHH🗣️🗣️💕💕💕‼️‼️‼️

rdr2 got me back into doodling on whatever pieces of paper i can find

[outlawruben]

No I’m not thinking about Hosea Matthews living up to his name and being the prophet of doom in the Van Der Linde Gang..

But not only that, I’m also thinking about how Arthur seems to be turning into his own prophet of doom.

I always think about these two Hosea quotes that were both directed at Dutch:

“They want to parlay? it’s a trap!” Which is what he predicted, and Arthur agrees. Of course, Hosea and Arthur’s opinions are overruled by Dutch and Micah, and Dutch, Arthur, and Micah meet up with Colm O’Driscoll. This leads to Arthur being bushwhacked and kidnapped by the O’Driscolls, and nearly beaten to death within an inch of his life, and shot point blank in the shoulder. Arthur barely makes it back to camp, when he brings up his and Hosea’s argument from earlier. “I told you it was a set up Dutch.”

The next quote I’d like to mention is:

“You’ll damn us all.” Which was of course a cutting remark Hosea shot Dutch’s way. This quote was said in the mission before Bronte’s death, which lead to the story- let’s just say- concluding.. (we all know how it ended for Hosea and the rest of the gang) Aka, Dutch damned them all.

And as for Arthur, we see him become Hosea in many ways in chapter 6. Before we play the mission: “That’s Murfree Country” Dutch states: “You sound like Hosea.” When Arthur suggests saving the women, and children (aka something that Hosea’s been talking about since chapter 1) and several times Micah makes comments on how Arthur is becoming like Hosea. Especially in the mission: “The Delights of Van Horn” you can have a hidden interaction with Micah where he mocks Arthur’s “whiny” tone and then states: “You almost make me miss Hosea.” both of these prove that the only thing Arthur became as he was inching closer to death is a carbon copy of his father figure/mentor.

[isaadleer]

Hola! I don't know if requests are open, but could you make a drabble where young! Arthur teaches a young reader how to shoot and how to ride a horse? She's a newcomer to the gang and has a little crush on Arthur; which only intensifies if he gets close to her.

hii sweetie!! tysm for your request, i loved your idea so much, so here it is!!!!! i did something really basic and short but even so i still liked, maybe i could do a part two 🤭 but i always say that and don’t do it, so i don’t know… i hope you liked <3

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shy shots

summary: Young! Arthur found young! fem character trying to learn how to shoot and he decides to help her. pairing: Young Arthur x Young fem character. words: 1836

On the sunny morning, the sun shone intensely against your eyes, causing the rays of light to disturb your vision. The trees swayed slightly with the gentle breeze, and your hair flew in rhythm with the leaves. The sound of a distant gramophone echoed through the camp where you had been staying for a few months since you were saved from an attempted robbery by a few thieves.

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During a harsh winter in the mountains north of West Elizabeth, you were in dire conditions after the death of your father. Even though he was a violent and bitter man, he always returned with some food at the end of the day, which helped back then, but no longer, as you now didn't know how to hunt on your own.

At the same time, the Van der Linde gang had been camped in an isolated area. With life’s challenges, Dutch decided to explore the surroundings in search of supplies or opportunities that could benefit the group. He rode until he heard a muffled sound in the distance that made him stop. Driven by curiosity and suspicion, Dutch followed the noise until he reached your old wooden cabin, partially covered by snow, visibly worn by time. As he approached, Dutch noticed two men trying to break down the cabin door. Inside, you, an 18-year-old girl, were trying, with all the strength you had left, to defend yourself from the invaders.

Seeing that you were about to succumb, Dutch decided to intervene. He drew his gun and shot the thieves before they could even look him in the eye, leaving you alone and terrified inside the cabin. After the action, Dutch approached you. He moved cautiously upon seeing you curled up in a corner, wounded and wide-eyed with fear. The cabin was cold, almost without furniture, and there was little food in sight, all indicating that you had lived in poor conditions for some time. In a softer, but still firm voice, Dutch reassured you. He offered help, saying no one should go through that alone. You, hesitant and distrustful, initially resisted trusting a stranger, especially someone who had just blown the heads off two men in your home. However, Dutch's natural charisma and his promise of safety began to break down your resistance.

Dutch told you about the gang, describing it as a family, something you had lost a long time ago. He offered you the chance to join them, at least until you recovered and decided what you wanted to do with your life. With few options and nowhere else to go, still stunned by the situation, you accepted the offer.

Dutch then placed you on his horse and took you back to the gang’s camp, where you were met with a mixture of distrust and compassion. Dutch became a father figure to you during that time, comforting you over the loss of your biological father. As you tried to adapt to your new reality, you began to realize that maybe this unlikely gang was the family you had never had, even though you still weren’t sure if that was truly what you wanted.

During the months you spent with the gang, you tried to redeem yourself in any way you could, grateful for having been saved, by cooking, chopping vegetables, or cleaning the camp. The gang didn’t have many members, just Dutch, Hosea Matthews, Susan Grimshaw, and Arthur Morgan, who was the only one closer to your age.

You had a slight crush on Arthur, which made you watch him around the camp, when he arrived with his horse or when he chopped wood, showing off his muscles pressing against his shirt, or when he spoke to his horse affectionately. Even though you knew there was no reason to be jealous of a horse, he somehow made you feel that way. Arthur was probably about two years older than you, but his skills in the criminal life made him appear a bit older since you didn’t even know how to use a revolver.

And so, you found yourself that morning a little away from the camp, in front of some glass bottles, with Hosea’s revolver borrowed in your hands. You fired a few times and couldn’t hit anything. The next time, the same, and the next, again no success. Even without experience with guns, you didn’t realize it was this hard. The sound of the shots from the revolver hurt your ears, as you weren’t used to such loud noises.

Silent footsteps blended with the noise of the shots, making you turn around in worry, as you were a little away from camp. But when you turned, already pointing the revolver at whoever it was, you found Arthur standing in front of you.

“Are you gonna shoot me with that thing?” he said jokingly, though also a little nervous with the gun pointed at his face.

He wore a white shirt with a yellow vest, his traditional hat, and a black bandana wrapped around his neck. His blonde hair made your heart stop, every detail of him made you feel like having a heart attack every passing day.

Realizing he wasn’t a threat, you lowered the gun, embarrassed by your reaction. "If I could shoot with this thing, maybe I would," you joked, venting your frustration with your lack of skills.

He looked around, seeing the bottles without even a scratch, and realizing you had been trying to shoot them.

"How is that working out?" he asked, pointing to the bottles in front of you.

"Well, let's just say I’m not the best shooter I’ve seen," you turned, trying to point the gun at one of the bottles again. "But I’m trying." Then, you fired, trying to aim at the glass bottle, but again without success.

"Well, I wasn’t the best shooter either, but with time, it gets better," he tried to comfort you. "Look…" He approached from behind, trying to help. "You gotta..." he raised his arm, trying to position you correctly, "hold steady..." his hands found your shoulders, sending chills through your body from the closeness. "And firm," he added, increasing the pressure of his hands on your shoulders. "You just focus…" he said in a low tone near your ear, his warm breath against your cold skin. "Breathe slowly," he spoke again. You raised your arm and pointed the revolver at the bottles again, and inhaled as he instructed, but your attempt to stay calm failed, as Arthur's proximity made you tremble from head to toe. "And always pull the trigger on empty lungs." Then he exhaled with you, trying to help you concentrate, but little did he know that the more he talked, the more nervous you became. "Now, try again," he said, removing his hands from your shoulders, making you miss the weight of his touch.

Even so, you straightened your back and pulled the trigger again, but now following Arthur’s instructions. "Wait to breathe out, wait to breathe out…" you whispered to yourself, trying to reinforce your actions. Then you fired again, and the sound echoed through the trees around you. During the noise of the shot, you closed your eyes, and when you opened them again, the bottle you aimed at was no longer standing on the tree stump, only shards of glass remained on the forest floor. "Did you see that? I did it, I did it right, Arthur!?" you were almost jumping with happiness. "I haven’t hit one bottle the entire morning," you said with a mixture of laughter and relief, as it was your first time hitting anything.

Arthur watched you, happy and smiling with your achievement, and couldn’t help but smile along with you. "Not bad! You’re a natural!" he praised you, drawing more smiles from you.

His words made your heart warm, making you fall even more in love with him, even though you thought it wasn’t possible. "Good girl, you’re not that bad like you said." Looking into your eyes intensely, he said.

"Don't be a fool, this is the first time this whole morning," you corrected him, feeling your cheeks heat up from his compliments.

Arthur looked at you with a confused expression, but also with a slight smile on his lips. "I’m serious," he insisted, his voice softer now but still full of sincerity. "Even with my help, you’re really good at this." He reaffirmed, making your heart race even faster.

"Thank you..." you murmured, feeling your cheeks now turn red, but very happy with the unexpected compliments.

"Now..." Arthur began, getting serious again. "We need to go back to camp. It's not safe to make this much noise with you out here alone."

“Okay…” you replied, still a bit embarrassed but obedient.

You would always obey Arthur, anything he said. Anything he asked, you would do—comfort him after a failed job, clean his clothes, or tend to his wounds. Your heart was entirely his, even without realizing it, you were already completely in love with Arthur Morgan.

During the way back to camp, the silence between you two was comfortable, but you couldn’t help but glance at him from time to time. Arthur, with his calm demeanor and the way he handled everything around him, seemed like the most secure man in the world. The wind made his hair fly in a way that you found incredibly charming. At times, you noticed his eyes on you, and when your gazes met, both of you smiled briefly, as if sharing a secret.

After a few short minutes, you arrived at camp. Arthur turned to you and said, with a slight hint of shyness in his voice, "It’d be a pleasure to help you again, if you want." He rested his hands on his belt, trying to ease the anxiety of fidgeting with his fingers.

Without hesitation and with a smile on your face, you quickly replied, "Of course I would, Arthur..." You took a step toward him, and with all the courage you had left, you thanked him with a quick kiss on Arthur's cheek, which instantly blushed. He smiled, an embarrassed smile, as he brought his hand to his face where your lips had touched.

"Now I need to go back and help Miss Grimshaw," you said, trying to hide the smile that insisted on appearing. "See you around, Arthur." You waved briefly before turning to walk away.

"Yeah... I need to... hum... I need to feed Copper too..." Arthur tried to speak, but you were already too far away to hear, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

As you returned to camp, you couldn’t stop smiling like a fool. Susan Grimshaw, who was busy organizing the day’s tasks, noticed your unusual expression and asked, somewhat suspiciously, "Are you alright, girl?"

"Of course!" you replied, laughing in happiness.

Susan frowned, confused. It wasn’t common for you to smile for no reason. Maybe she thought you were going crazy, but, in reality, maybe that was it—you were crazy for Arthur Morgan.

[yanderes-galore]

Can I get a romantic/platonic Hosea concept please?

He'd be so protective of you... Bill, Sean, or Micah couldn't mess with you. I need advice on how to make him a better yandere... I got nothing, man.

Yandere Hosea Matthews Concept

Pairing: Platonic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Manipulation, Violence, Blood, Murder implied, Smothering behavior, Age gap (If romantic), Dubious companionship/relationship.

Hosea is definitely a protective yandere with a no-nonsense attitude.

Despite being an outlaw, Hosea doesn't usually solve problems through violence like Dutch and Arthur.

He tends to talk things out and talks down situations.

However... He is definitely capable of violence.

Hosea just seems to be a subtle protective and caring yandere.

He isn't all that possessive.

In fact, regardless of his intentions, you may see him as a guardian in a way.

He'd be a platonic yandere most of the time I feel.

Many members in the gang see him like a father figure.

However, I'm not saying him as a romantic yandere is impossible.

In fact, I think he'd even treat a partner well.

Hosea is very nurturing, looking out for you despite his failing health.

He only ever seems to want you happy.

Honestly, it may be hard to see any red flags in him.

You're both outlaws, both capable of crime.

You know Hosea isn't innocent as one of the first members of Dutch's gang.

While he doesn't prefer murder, it comes with the lifestyle.

His most toxic trait is probably being smothering at times.

Even then he just seems concerned for your safety and health.

He wants you happy and healthy, as he himself knows what it's like to be sick.

Despite being close to Dutch, their yandere behaviors are definitely different.

Dutch is possessive, violent, and a bit unhinged as RDR2 plays out.

Hosea would give you more freedom.

While both of the older men are smothering, Hosea isn't possessive.

He just... looks out for you.

He's willing to do whatever it takes to do that, too.

He may not be as young as he used to be... yet he still wants to make sure you aren't in any unnecessary trouble.

I don't think he'd follow you around too often.

As said before, his health isn't what it used to be.

There's times he'll accompany you to places, but he isn't going to do any stalking.

He'll accompany you to saloons if you go, or just around towns on horseback.

If he can't do it, he sends someone else like Arthur to watch you.

Even if he gives you freedoms, he still isn't trusting you alone.

You always have a supervisor... a babysitter.

Someone needs to report back to him so you aren't in any trouble.

It gives him peace of mind.

After all, you mean a lot to him.

Be that another young soul to nurture like Arthur and John... or maybe a new love, something he hasn't had in a long time.

He doesn't mind other people talking to you.

Unless they're Bill, Micah, or Sean.

Hosea never seems to have any patience for folk like them.

They're a bad influence, complete trouble.

You may even see him chewing them out for one reason or another.

Especially if they messed with you.

(Which now brings the idea of a Platonic Hosea, who's protective of you like a father... with Romantic Sean/Micah/Bill trying to court you... An idea for another day, maybe?)

Hosea respects your emotions and treats them seriously.

If someone hurts you, Hosea himself will confront the issue.

He may be a little old for it... but some blood staining his coat doesn't bother him too much if it's for you.

Hosea has no doubt shot someone over you at least once.

You can't talk your way out of everything.

That, or maybe Hosea deems what they did to you too heinous to let them live.

Not many people mess with you... Even when Hosea isn't around all the time.

They know, despite his age, Hosea is fierce.

It's obvious he's taken a liking to you.

In what way is up to you.

If platonic, he acts like an overprotective father figure.

Illness or not, he enjoys taking care of you... another lost young soul.

If romantic, Hosea wants to try his best to be a good partner for you.

Yes, he isn't as young as men your age...

But he's still willing to give you the affection you crave if you ask.

Would he kidnap? Not really.

The closest to it would be subtle manipulation and coercion.

Like maybe he tries to convince you to join the gang through subtle convincing.

Then once you're there, you're under constant surveillance from him or members he trusts around you.

But in reality, I feel it wouldn't really want gang life for you.

Maybe instead of him inviting you to the gang, Dutch does.

Then Hosea gets close to you... and as Dutch slowly begins to go insane, Hosea may even plan ways to get you out of the gang.

He's too old to be possessive... He's selfish, yet he prioritizes your happiness along with your safety.

Hosea isn't as intense as other yanderes.

He's willing to let you go if it means you're safe and happy.

Especially when he knows his death is close.

If you were ever unhappy or harmed... Hosea will do whatever it takes to see you smile.

He'll shoot a man for you, he'll find a place to stay for you if you dislike the gang, he'll comfort you...

If you're unhappy with him, he'll give you space.

He's respectful.

He wants you to love him like he loves you, however that may be.

That's all he really asks for.

Which is... leagues better than most yanderes.

He wishes he could come with you if you did leave the gang...

Yet he can't.

He'll visit often... if he can.

But if you decide to be in the gang, Hosea defends you with his life.

He may be ill and old... but you give him something else to fight for.

He cares for you... maybe even more than he should.

Even to the point of wondering... maybe you should stay in camp with him...

Would you like that?

As tame as he is, he can still be a dangerous man.

It makes him happy if you do decide to stay beside him.

He's protective, but he knows you need your independence.

So instead of shielding you entirely from everyone and everything...

He'll simply aid you through it, he'll prepare you for everything...

He's come to terms with the fact he isn't a good man... that he'll die that way...

Despite it all, however.... He loves you all the same, no matter how selfish it may be... He'll always consider you as his.

[notsofriendlyfriendlyreminder]

SO MY TAKE ON RDR2 ROYAL AU

Dutch van der Linde, the current king of the land, very much Zeus coded, too loud, too proud, too egoistic, often refuses to sign contracts with surrounding countries if it doesn't benefit him more than them, but because of his speeches people love him, big rumour he killed his dad, the previous king? who knows, but he did make big changes when he finally arrived at the throne

Hosea Matthews, ah yes, the Matthews lineage, the counselors of kings and queen, every single monarch has their Matthew, very rich, but how did they get the money in the first place? who knows, talks and drinks with the people, is actually the one keeping the country working

Susan Grimshaw, the woman Dutch married and the fomal queen, but well know in their personal life, they are divorced, but no! they could not possibly say that publicly! it would be scandal, and the cheating of the king and the ignorance of the queen became the norm, no surprise they each have their palace wing, and no suprise she spends hours in the garden, but why does she stay? who knows, maybe it's some obligation to the country, to her people

Arthur Morgan, the son of Lord Morgan, a knight lineage, the first ones to put their neck out for the king, the silent but smart, the rumor has it he once had a son? who knows, always with the king and his counselor, always the first one to protect the ones from the palace, but also the first one to keep the prince out of trouble

John Marston, the prince whose side of family died, now raised by his cousin/uncle Dutch, but who cares for the complicated family tree, all we know he was gone for a while, where and why did he go? who knows, but he lately spends a lot of time in the maid chambers, a troublemaker, too young, how can he be the future king

Abigail Roberts, a maid who, like many others, got smitten by the posibility of being in love with a prince, and what a long year without him it has been, and now she has a son, but the public still asks, who is the father? and why is that child around so much? who knows

Molly O'Shea, what a blessing that a princess from so far has visited our country! and she must like it here very much, for she has no plans of leaving yet, one wonders why the queen avoids her and why the king is the exact opposite, she seems sad these days, I wonder why? who knows, she beautiful and graceful and gets letters everyday, from her father, asking her to come home

Mary Linton, another princess who came few times, her country is small but a prosperous one, and when she locked eyes with the knight, nothing stayed the same

[jjmbbg]

Father-son's Day

(Disclaimer: John is fourteen years-old)

It had been a while since John joined them, and while the brat —as arthur sometimes called him, to annoy him— didn't really get along with the rest at first, there was something special between him and Hosea.

Maybe it was because he was the first to feed him, or the first to offer him a change of clean, dry clothes after taking him to the town to take a hot shower (something John never had to tell the truth), or because he was the first in going to him when he was hurt or looked noticeably sad.

Whatever it was, John had a certainly different affection for Matthews, and the truth is that neither Arthur, nor Dutch saw themselves capable of discussing it.

Now, on a day like any other, while Arthur was wandering through the forest trying to hunt some animal and Dutch was in the town nearby doing whatever God knows, John was frowning trying to write very long words without spelling mistakes (Hosea scolded him for writing an "E" backwards).

Next to him, the adult was reading a book while he occasionally leafed through what Marston wrote down to corroborate his progress.

— It's with "b", not with "v" —he corrected him, pointing out the third word.

— Shit —John huffed, frowning again.

— Hey, vocabulary, John. Where did you hear those words?

— From Arthur —he murmured, crossing out the word and writing it correctly next to it.— I'm getting bored. Can't we do something else?

— Finish the other words and we'll do something else, okay?

— 'Kay.

John continued writing, and uttering the occasional insult, being scolded for the latter.

— I'll tell Arthur to stop swearing in front of you —Hosea said, or maybe to himself, John wasn't sure, sometimes the older man talked to himself.

— I finished! —he exclaimed happily.

— Well, first I must see if you wrote correctly.

John snorted and crossed his arms, watching every facial expression on Hosea at every word. A few seconds later a smile formed on his lips.

— Just one spelling mistake, you're improving, son —he congratulated him. John smiled too, not believing it.— Well, you said you wanna do something fun? —the young man nodded.— Go get the rods, we will bring the most enormous fish you have ever seen in your life.

If John's smile could get bigger, here it is. Excited, he got up from the chair and ran in search of the canes, even colliding with Arthur, who arrived with some rabbits in his hand.

— I'm sorry! —the minor apologized.

— And what's wrong with the brat now? —Morgan asked him, raising an eyebrow.

— We'll go fishing. And don't call him that.

— The brat's gonna drown.

— From the shore, Arthur. And don't make fun of him, you didn't know how to swim either at his age.

Something that was never lacking in Hosea is that he was always going to defend John from Arthur and vice versa, sometimes they attacked each other and Hosea was the mediator. And with strangers I don't even explain it, even someone gives one of those two a dirty look and that someone would already be dead.

Hosea would do anything for them, for his sons.

— I have them! Come on! —he yelled from the other side of the camp.

Hosea stood up and said goodbye to Morgan with a soft, short nod. He climbed onto his horse and helped John get on, beginning the journey towards the river that was half an hour from the camp.

— Do you think we'll catch something huge?

— We are in good times, surely yes.

— And will we catch many?

— That's the idea —Hosea answered looking at the trees.— Maybe tomorrow we could try to cut down a tree.

— Oh really? —the emotion in Marston's voice was noticeable.— That would be great.

When they reached the river, they positioned themselves to the side with the reeds.

— Hosea... can I ask you something?

— You know you can —he smiled at him.

— Does Arthur hate me?

— He doesn't hate you, John. His way of showing affection is like that.

— He's not mean with you —the boy murmured.— Only with me... and I understand that he doesn't love me, but I don't know... it's different when he makes it clear to me.

— He loves you.

— Has he told you? —he questioned angrily. The silence was enough.— Of course not. I want him to like me, but I don't know how to do it.

— He is a tough nut to crack.

— Arthur is not a nut...

Matthews laughed, he had forgotten that John didn't fully understand metaphors.

— It's a way of saying, I mean it's difficult to get into his heart, but that doesn't make it impossible. Keep insisting.

— It's just... I'm getting tired of insisting —he admitted.

— You'll find out the way, I assure you.

— Okay- Oh! Look! —he shouted when something seemed to grab the bait from his rod.— What do I do?!

— Keep calm first —Hosea said, pulling his rod out of the water. He approached John.— Now, spin the reel slowly... like this... very good John, and now a little faster. Excellent!

— It's huge! —Marston shouted excitedly.— Are we going to take it?

— Sure.

After catching that one, John wanted to stay for hours doing it, catching too many and letting the little ones go. When the sky began to darken, they decided to make the return trip.

While Hosea was telling the horse where to go, he felt John heavier than usual, he turned his head to look over his shoulder and saw him asleep, leaning on his back.

An involuntary smile decorated his lips.

— You had a busy day, mhm —he murmured, more to himself than to John.

[hannibalzero]

Disabled Arthur Morgan au.

Charthur 🦬🦌

Tw: mpreg, talks about grief. Caretaking

Cool shit: disabled. Mobility tools/accommodations.

Wipppppp

Leaving Colter in those goddamned frost-bitten mountains, the Van der Linde gang looked worse for wear. The caravan was forced to change direction to the west instead of the east that Dutch had originally planned, thanks to a gang of O’Driscoll making camp in an old logging camp.

Taking on the O’Driscoll camp? Without Arthur Morgan? It would have ended in a bloodbath. The gang had already lost so many people, the Calendar boys, Jenny, Arthur…it was best to keep away and take another path.

Hosea slumped into Silver Dollars saddle, he didn’t speak much anymore, not like anyone asked.

Dutch Van der Linde paid little to no attention to Hosea’s input anymore.

Cold to his old bones, the wet freezing clothes stuck to his skin as he rode behind John and Abigail's wagon. The slush fell from the sky just to make a miserable journey unbearable.

The yips and growls of a pack of starving coyotes were following the gang. drawn to the smell of blood from Hosea’s youngest son’s wounds.

just as hungry as the Van Der Linde gang was.

Hosea pulled his scarf around his neck tighter, burying his nose in the thick wool.

First, it was that stagecoach job up near the town of Strawberry that Micha went on with Arthur. It should have been a straightforward job, one Arthur had done many times before. knocking over a stagecoach.

Hosea didn’t worry, he had slipped a chocolate bar and a ginseng elixir into Arthur’s bag and told him to get some money ruffling his hair.

Micha came back a week later with two saddle bags full of money, loudly bragging about how much money he had gotten away with.

At first Hosea didn’t worry. Arthur had a habit of galavanting around the country. His eldest son had a love for exploring and nature. admiring flowers, animals and little treasures that were worthless but impressive nonetheless.

time went by like it should, a month had passed. Micha claimed to Hosea that the cow-poke would come home eventually but…

Hosea had sent John, Javiar, and even Bill after his son…

but everyone came up empty handed.

This wasn't like Arthur, just leaving like this. Hosea started to worry, it wasn't like it was when John had up and left, being scared of being a husband along with being a father.

Hosea at least didn’t mourn for his youngest son. He knew John was alive and well if not scared out of his mind.

Shaking his head, trying to clear his poor taxed mind. Hosea looked to the wagon in front of him, John was bundled up in the bed of the wagon like a squirrel in a nest. face stitched up but healing, John was lucky surviving the wolf attack, Javier getting to his youngest son in the nick of time.

he coughed into his hand gripping Silver dollars reigns in his other hand.

Secondly, Dutch and Micha got a bee in their bonnet about that god damned riverboat, an obvious lure for robbers. ignoring Hosea’s profitable real estate scam he got cooking for cheap fast blood money.

Causing the gang to flee Blackwater and leave behind the money they so desperately needed.

What Hosea lost his eldest son over…

Micha riding proud on the back of poor tired baylock, rode up to the party. “This way! Just down this trail leads into West Elisabeth.” He called out in that annoying swagger that grated on Hosea’s poor nerves. “About to be out of the damn snow!” He cackled but not earning a sound for the gang.

“Very good son! Can feel that sunshine already.” Dutch praised Micha.

Hosea snap his head up and found his voice. “Dutch Van der Linde, he ain’t no son of mine.” His voice boomed startling the poor gang, all heads swishing back to one furious Hosea Matthew’s.

Dutch was stunned into silence for a moment, having to swallow and laugh. “Easy old girl, I didn’t mean anything by it. Just a slip of the tongue.” He held his hands up trying to sooth the older man, that damn cigar still in hand.

“Our sons, our sons Dutch.” Hosea’s hands gripped the leather reigns as his hands shook with rage. “Both abandoned by this-“

”hey old man! Don’t be blaming this on me!” Micha growled while moving Baylock behind The count. Hiding behind Dutch like a spoiled child needing a good spanking.

coward.

“Hosea, Old girl. Calm down now-“ Dutch added.

Hosea turned Silver dollar, to the left now with a sharp pull. “Abigail, y’all come with me. I ain’t leavin my son with these people.” He shot the young women a look who nodded. “Anyone else? Come on!” He ordered heading down another trail, leaving the gang finally.

Rage turned into tears, Hosea wiped at his eyes as he rode. Not bothering to look back now.

Dutch has what he wanted.

Loyal mindless knights for his round table.

Hosea just wanted his sons.

“Hosea-“ Abigail called out.

Giving a nod of his head showing he heard her. “Yes, my dear?” He called out not looking back. He didn’t want to show the young women how deeply he was hurting.

“Where we goin?” She asked softly, not wanting to push that man on what just happened.

“Home.” Hosea replied, keeping his head forward.

The sun slowly disappeared the farther down the trail they rode. the cold hard ground warming away into tall lush green grass.

hardly passed lunchtime judging by the sun. when they rode into the green lush valley. a nice spring-like breeze in the green valley, full of purple sage flowers blowing in the breeze. Deer, elk, all sorts of wildlife.

Hosea watched a rabbit run by as he started to notice little groups of plants in the tall grass of growing, ginseng, lilly root flowers and big berry bushes. Raspberries, blackberries, even blueberries too.

This was a nice area, surprised there weren't folks living in the area?

If memory served this area was pure wild, hidden in the shadows of the mountains.

Hosea could remember riding with Bessie all those years ago, talking about settling in an area like this. Possible children and the dreams of a young married couple. Bessie teasing Hosea about making her a collar with something pretty on it. A covered wagon with two big oxen and starting a fresh new life together…

Life simply changed into another season like it dose, times got hard. Money got tight, Bessie fell ill. Hosea needed quick money and Dutch had come to help him.

Just one last job….

Hosea sighed, shaking his head, what was it about long rides that brought back painful memories? Hosea was blaming those purple sage flowers swaying in the wind. The same one Bessia had favored.

Looking ahead now, Hosea spotted a person with a horse just near the little stream. A fawn and white mustang mare, following a man to a berry bush. Nipping at the man’s poor hat, making the man laugh and reaching out with his right hand to stop her, petting the mare’s face lovingly.

A familiar laugh. Like a ghost of the past seemed to rattle poor Hosea to his core, slipping off of Silver Dollar.

Making the horse neigh in annoyance.

“Hosea!” Javiar called out in shock, getting tangled in his own saddle in the hurry to get to the old man.

Boots hardly touched the ground as the old man bolted to the stranger, wheezing and coughing in his hurry but not stopping until he got to the man in that ratty old gambler's hat.

“Ar-Arthur!!” Hosea bellowed like a war cry, falling into the man's arms.

The man caught Hosea, one arm around his chest to support the wheezing man. The other arm was around Hosea but there was a lesser grip, like it was weaker.

Head at the man’s shoulder, Hosea took the person in. He was in a deep green poncho with a pattern of triangles , hiding a large beer belly and full chest. A layer of healthy fat now but no doubt the man was strong.

There was a mating collar around his neck, a sign that someone was joined body and soul to someone special. deeper than marriage, a soul bond almost. common in fairytales more than real life but sometimes folks still bounded like this.

fine dark brown leather with three glittering stones clustered together in the middle. In the center of the cluster was an opal: the size of Hosea’s thumb. The start of something new, beloved.

Moonstone was on the left of the cluster.: new beginning, supports new mothers during child rearing. Acceptance.

A deep purple azurite was on the right.: protection, awareness and understanding.

The three stones were protected by a pair of shining panther teeth and backed with gold.

Hosea prayed that this stranger was Arthur, someone found his beloved son. who loved his son so much, that person had kept him, spoiled him in ways that Hosea never could.

holding his breath, gathering his courage. Hosea looked up into the face of his beloved son. Arthur Morgan, smiling down at Hosea holding him, looked like he was about to cry himself.

Arthur almost looked younger, happier. Same crooked noses and cocky smile but a lot of those worry lines that plauged Arthur so had mostly faded away. His hair was long, curling at the ends under his hand, face clean shaven too.

“My word boy! been gone almost two years!” Hosea chided hands gasping Arthur’s shirt tightly. “speak ta me will ya Son!?” he demanded.

Arthur nodded but in a weak voice. “Howdy pa, it’s been ta long.” His voice was damaged but healing, at least Arthur could speak now. Feeling his bad knee starting to hurt now, Arthur moved them to the patchwork quilt he had laid out.

“Sorry, I get tired easily now..” he apologized to Hosea, moving oddly as if he couldn’t get onto the ground so easily anymore. His movement was stiff but practiced like he had to re-learn his movement.

“Hosea?!” Abigail with John, Jack and Javiar hurrying over together.

“Easy boy, what the hell happened to ya?” Hosea helped Arthur sit down on the quilt. He looked up at Abigail and waved her over. “right here my dear, just…found something I lost.”

Marching through the tall grass, holding her skirts as best she could. Abigail approached with her little pack behind hers.

She was the alpha wolf after all.

“What could you have los-“ Abigail’s words died in her mouth, a hand covered his mouth and tears started to prick at her eyes. “Arthur? That you?” she held her hands close to her chest.

“Brother! We thought you died.” Javiar fumbled out, pushing up his hat to look the outlaw over.

John hardly raised his head, feeling stronger knowing his brother was there. “What happened Arthur? two years? aint like you to up and leave without a reason.” He wheezed out.

“Yeah it’s me.” Arthur greeted his voice, surprising the group. Softer and weaker, still manly like it always had been but much different. “should ask you the same thing Marston.” Arthur reached up with his left hand to push his hair back, it was odd his fingers didn’t move but there was a tight metal bracelet cuff with a u like hook on it.

Hosea felt his worry grow, what had happened to his strong son?

Jack, ignoring the adults like usual, running to his favorite Uncle gripping the man in a tight hug. Giving Arthur a kiss, blinking when he couldn’t hug like they used too.

Jack couldn’t get as close as he wanted. Jack always loved Uncle Arthur’s big arms and soft chest.

almost as safe as mama’s arms.

Something was in the way?

“Uncle Arthur, why do you have a belly like uncle?” Jack asked in confusion, feeling the man’s large belly feeling the movement in awe.

Arthur looked to the worried faces of his family, giving a look that said he would explain later. But for Jack, he looked down at the boy and nodded with a smile. “My husband. Give me some fruit to eat. Ate a seed.”

“Husband? I didn’t expect you to go for men, brother?” Javiar teased before not understanding what Arthur’s saying was suggesting. The desperado’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “What seed could have done this?” He gestured to Arthur’s swollen state.

Hosea wheezed into the crook of his arm, the shock making his lungs contract. “Y-you married? You have a baby coming?!” He got out through coughs. “Two years! I thought I lost you, boy! Why didn’t you come back?!” He demanded, tears pricking at his eyes.

Javiar looked more confused, not by the fact that Arthur was pregnant. more of the strange saying.

Looking down in his shame, Arthur fiddled with the hem of his poncho. “Was hurt, real bad. I was asleep for two weeks stright. Can’t really use my left hand no more, just recently healed enough ta talk again. Walk without a cane too. Can’t ride in a saddle to long anymore. I got about a hour in ta saddle before I start hurtin’.

Arthur worrying the fabric in his hands more. “Charles is’a saint of a man. findin’ me ina ditch near Strawberry. patchin’ me up…took care of me. hell had ta tie me ta the damn bed to keep me from hurttin’ myself by mounting up.” Arthur laughed softly, still such a nervous man, even after all this time.

“I wanted to send a letter but the mailman wouldn't allow Charles in ta help me. it was about two months inta my healing and I couldn’t speak.”

taking a breath, Arthur looked up to Hosea.the same way he would look at Hosea when he was a boy. “I ain’t run off…I’mma so sorry Pa.” he said quietly. “But I can’t, do what needs ta be done. can’t pull a gun, can’t chop wood, can hardly ride a damn horses.” He rubbed his eyes trying not to cry.

“Dutch would probably put’me down like a horse witha broken leg.”

Hosea pulled Arthur close to him in a tight hug. “easy, ya are my son. hell I would have shot Dutch myself before he even thought of putting a hand on ya..” he swore to Arthur. “just like I would do for John.” he pointed out,

Arthur hugged his Pa for a good while, gathering his emotions with a sigh. pulling back now and taking in the state of his family. Arthur’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

“….all of yall are so thin? dirty too. was the gang doing that badly?” Arthur asked tilting his head. “I’mma bein’ rude ain’t I? Still ain’t use ta having a home ta be all welcoming like.”Arthur softly admitted while adjusting his hat once again. “why dontcha come home with me? get some food in ya and clean clothes on ya.”

with a click of Arthur’s tongue, Peaches his mare. mossied over to her owner and allowed Arthur to use her as a support to get up. Arthur’s bracelet with a ‘u’ hook on it, hooked onto a metal ring that dangled from her saddle and Arthur was up on his feet.

“I’mma so hungry I can eat a bison!” Jack squealed, smiling when Arthur picking up the boy with his strong right arm and placed him on Peaches back before he gathered up the quilt.

“a whole bison? Uncle Charles will be so impressed. he is hunting, lets hope he and Eagle flys finds something good.” Tucking the quilt into the saddle bag, Arthur with the help of his brace pulled himself up into his saddle.

“ya’ll follow me, my home ain’t ta far away.” Arthur gustred up ahead with a tilt of his head.

Abigail finally spoke. “that's mighty generous Arthur, but won’t we be to much for your homestead?” she pointed out, “with the baby coming and winter…it’ll put stress on your homestead.”

“I still can’t believe you're alive.” John admitted now sitting back in the wagon.

“I have some money, we can pay.” Javiar offered, earning annoyed looks from Hosea and Abigail. “….what? I simply kept my share.”

…..right.

“ya’ll will see, come on.” Arthur waited for Hosea to mount up.

mounted up on Silver Dollar, Hosea rode beside Arthur.

just watching his son, afraid that Arthur would disappear before his eyes. it was strange to see Arthur look so happy and at ease. reminded Hosea when Arthur was a boy learning to read with him and Dutch.

eyes taking in Arthur, Hosea couldnt help but to look at Arthur's large belly and back to his son's face.

“This Charles feller, is he good to you? didn’t force himself on ya or nothing? how far along are ya anyways? until the baby comes” Hosea couldn’t help but to worry about the type of person that married his eldest son.

now if he could get his youngest son to marry…

Arthur snorted a smile tugging at his lips and gave a small laugh.

“nah, ain’t nothin’ like that. Charles is’a good man, a kind man. better than I deserve. just kinda happened? we get along.” he promised. “sometimes I think I’mma gonna wake up in that ditch and all this is’a dream.”

Arthur looked down at his belly bashfully, “any day now? should have come last week. Been taking big spoonfuls of caster oil, ain’t done nothin’ but make ma feel sick.”

”…..and Charles let ya go out here, alone?” Hosea stiffened, shoulders back already reaching for his shotgun.

Arthur was in that delicate of a state?

“well…I kinda talk’d him into it. said baby wasn’t comin’ and Eagle flys needed his help on this hunt. promised I would stay close ta home.” ducked his head looking sheepish now. “said I would go ta the stream, pick some blackbarried and draw a little. He wants me to rest so no chorin’. I’mma about ta pull out ma hair. still ain’t used ta not working.”

Hosea sighed and shook his head, gripping his reigns he looked to his son now.

“What happened Arthur.” Hosea demanded now.

Arthur was quite for a moment, giving a pleading look to Hosea.

“Please, not now, Jack is with us. here a little later tonight I will tell ya all everything.” Arthur promised before adjusting his hat and looked back to the road.

The small party rode in the soft quite, Arthur leading away just like he had always done in the gang. suddenly everything seemed a bit better, they weren't gonna die in the snow. no wolves attacking, full bellies and no O’Driscoll attacking them.

this ride was almost pleasurable at the leisurely pace.

coming up to the goodsized ranch, the big wooden gates welcoming them. The sign read ‘Sage Stream Ranch.”

Javiar was the first one to speak.

“Ey’ I know this place!” Javiar blinked in supirse. “Hanging dog ranch, this is that big O’Driscoll camp?! no way you’re with one of them are ya, Brother?” he asked Arthur. “I came past here a few weeks ago! right up under my nose Arthur.”

Arthur shook his head no. “naw, we cleared’em out with ma snipper riffle off of a clif. well…Charles pulled the trigger I aimed the rifle. now its my home. paid the twenty dollars and now its mine. legal like” Arthur informed in his now quite voice.

Riding into the large barn, Arthur stiffened at a hard mean kick, rubbing his belly for a moment. trying to sooth the kicks of his excited baby. “easy there, not till daddy gets home.” he reminded his baby, Arthur couldn't help but to smile a bit. Hard to stay mad at his little one.

Arthur talking to his belly caught Jack’s intrest once more, the little boy looked up at his favorite uncle.

“who ya talkin’ too?” Jack asked with a tilt of his head.

“ma baby.” Arthur with a bit of effort dismounted off his horse, before reaching up with his strong arm scooped Jack off Peaches.

“can the baby hear in there?” Jack, watching his clever uncle with his left hand brace and hook, was able to unsaddle Peaches. Brush her coat and pick her hooves before allowing Peaches into her stall.

Arthur started to reply but stopped, rubbing at the scar on his chin in thought. “rightfully? I ain’t sure. I mean…the baby is in me…baby tends ta move when I speak to it.” he gave a small smile to Jack.

“I like ta think so? likes it when their daddy speaks to them too.” he ruffled Jack's hair before walking out to the wagon and started to help untack the horses.

Arthur hardly reached out for the reigns, only to ne shooed away by Hosea and Abigail while Javiar helped john.

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Daily Devotionals for August 8, 2024

Proverbs: God's Wisdom for Daily Living

Devotional Scripture:

Proverbs 22:11-12 (KJV): 11 He that loveth pureness of heart, for the grace of his lips the king shall be his friend. 12 The eyes of the LORD preserve knowledge, and he overthroweth the words of the transgressor. Proverbs 22:11-12 (AMP): 11 He who loves purity and the pure in heart and who is gracious in speech--because of the grace of his lips will he have the king for his friend 12 The eyes of the Lord keep guard over knowledge and him who has it, but He overthrows the words of the treacherous.

Thought for the Day

Verse 11 - This verse can refer to righteous earthly kings, such as Solomon, the king who wrote it, but ultimately it refers to Jesus, the King of kings. The great King loves us and purifies us by His own blood so that we may have a friendship with God. Those who desire and strive to keep a pure heart will certainly have an audience with King Jesus, who said, "Blessed are the pure in heart: for they shall see God" (Matthew 5:8).

How do we keep our hearts pure? One must begin by acknowledging that one is a sinner, accepting Jesus as Savior, and asking for forgiveness. Even after we do this, there will still be sin, and sometimes strongholds, from which we must be delivered. We must ask God daily to cleanse our minds from things we embraced before we were born again. "For from within, out of the heart of men, proceed evil thoughts, adulteries, fornications, murders, thefts, covetousness, wickedness, deceit, lasciviousness, an evil eye, blasphemy, pride, foolishness: All these evil things come from within, and defile the man" (Mark 7:21-23). Our hearts are changed to grow more like Jesus each time we overcome temptation. The more pure our hearts become, our speech will become.

"Let us draw near with a true heart in full assurance of faith, having our hearts sprinkled from an evil conscience, and our bodies washed with pure water. Let us hold fast the profession of our faith without wavering; (for he is faithful that promised;) And let us consider one another to provoke unto love and to good works: Not forsaking the assembling of ourselves together, as the manner of some is; but exhorting one another: and so much the more, as ye see the day approaching" (Hebrews 10:22-25).

Should we fail to resist a temptation, God will forgive us. However, if we keep yielding to sin and do not strive to resist it, our hearts can become a little more hardened against the things of God each time we sin. If this continues, we can harden our hearts to the point that God will withdraw His grace and allow us to suffer the fruit of our own sins.

Verse 12 - God preserves knowledge and those who have His knowledge. The Bible contains the knowledge that we most need. One reason why many Christians are overcome by the devil's tactics is their ignorance of God's Word. "My people are destroyed for lack of knowledge: because thou hast rejected knowledge, I will also reject thee, that thou shalt be no priest to me: seeing thou hast forgotten the law of thy God, I will also forget thy children" (Hosea 4:6). "Study to show thyself approved unto God, a workman that needeth not to be ashamed, rightly dividing the word of truth" (2 Timothy 2:15).

Prayer Devotional for the Day

Dear heavenly Father, thank you for cleansing us from the impurities in our lives. Lord, give us all a desire to study Your Word and provide us with revelation as we read so that we may be changed by Your Words. We know the Words of God contain life, so help us to live by them. We ask you to cleanse our hearts from everything against Your Word. Set us free from those things that are evil and keep us from temptation. Thank you for purifying our hearts so that we may see you better. I ask this in the name of Jesus, Your Son. Amen.

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9th July >> Mass Readings (USA)

Tuesday, Fourteenth Week in Ordinary Time 

or

Saint Augustine Zhao Rong and his Companions, Martyrs.

Tuesday, Fourteenth Week in Ordinary Time 

(Liturgical Colour: Green. Year: B(II))

First Reading Hosea 8:4-7, 11-13 When they sow the wind, they shall reap the whirlwind.

Thus says the LORD:

They made kings in Israel, but not by my authority; they established princes, but without my approval. With their silver and gold they made idols for themselves, to their own destruction. Cast away your calf, O Samaria! my wrath is kindled against them; How long will they be unable to attain innocence in Israel? The work of an artisan, no god at all, Destined for the flames – such is the calf of Samaria!

When they sow the wind, they shall reap the whirlwind; The stalk of grain that forms no ear can yield no flour; Even if it could, strangers would swallow it.

When Ephraim made many altars to expiate sin, his altars became occasions of sin. Though I write for him my many ordinances, they are considered as a stranger’s. Though they offer sacrifice, immolate flesh and eat it, the LORD is not pleased with them. He shall still remember their guilt and punish their sins; they shall return to Egypt.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 115:3-4, 5-6, 7ab-8, 9-10

R/ The house of Israel trusts in the Lord. or R/ Alleluia.

Our God is in heaven; whatever he wills, he does. Their idols are silver and gold, the handiwork of men.

R/ The house of Israel trusts in the Lord. or R/ Alleluia.

They have mouths but speak not; they have eyes but see not; They have ears but hear not; they have noses but smell not.

R/ The house of Israel trusts in the Lord. or R/ Alleluia.

They have hands but feel not; they have feet but walk not. Their makers shall be like them, everyone that trusts in them.

R/ The house of Israel trusts in the Lord. or R/ Alleluia.

Gospel Acclamation John 10:14

Alleluia, alleluia. I am the good shepherd, says the Lord; I know my sheep, and mine know me. Alleluia, alleluia.

Gospel Matthew 9:32-38 The harvest is abundant but the laborers are few.

A demoniac who could not speak was brought to Jesus, and when the demon was driven out the mute man spoke. The crowds were amazed and said, “Nothing like this has ever been seen in Israel.” But the Pharisees said, “He drives out demons by the prince of demons.” Jesus went around to all the towns and villages, teaching in their synagogues, proclaiming the Gospel of the Kingdom, and curing every disease and illness. At the sight of the crowds, his heart was moved with pity for them because they were troubled and abandoned, like sheep without a shepherd. Then he said to his disciples, “The harvest is abundant but the laborers are few; so ask the master of the harvest to send out laborers for his harvest.”

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

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Saint Augustine Zhao Rong and his Companions, Martyrs   

(Liturgical Colour: Red. Year: B(II))

(Readings for the memorial)

(There is a choice today between the readings for the ferial day (Tuesday) and those for the memorial. The ferial readings are recommended unless pastoral reasons suggest otherwise)

First Reading 1 John 5:1-5 The victory that conquers the world is our faith.

Beloved: Everyone who believes that Jesus is the Christ is begotten by God, and everyone who loves the Father loves also the one begotten by him. In this way we know that we love the children of God when we love God and obey his commandments. For the love of God is this, that we keep his commandments. And his commandments are not burdensome, for whoever is begotten by God conquers the world. And the victory that conquers the world is our faith. Who indeed is the victor over the world but the one who believes that Jesus is the Son of God?

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 126:1bc-2ab, 2cd-3, 4-5, 6

R/ Those who sow in tears shall reap rejoicing.

When the LORD brought back the captives of Zion, we were like men dreaming. Then our mouth was filled with laughter, and our tongue with rejoicing.

R/ Those who sow in tears shall reap rejoicing.

Then they said among the nations, “The LORD has done great things for them.” The LORD has done great things for us; we are glad indeed.

R/ Those who sow in tears shall reap rejoicing.

Restore our fortunes, O LORD, like the torrents in the southern desert. Those who sow in tears shall reap rejoicing.

R/ Those who sow in tears shall reap rejoicing.

Although they go forth weeping, carrying the seed to be sown, They shall come back rejoicing, carrying their sheaves.

R/ Those who sow in tears shall reap rejoicing.

Gospel Acclamation Matthew 5:10

Alleluia, alleluia. Blessed are they who are persecuted for the sake of righteousness, for theirs is the Kingdom of heaven. Alleluia, alleluia.

Or: John 17:19

Alleluia, alleluia. I consecrate myself for them, so that they also may be consecrated in the truth. Alleluia, alleluia.

Or: 2 Corinthians 1:3b-4a

Alleluia, alleluia. Blessed be the Father of compassion and God of all encouragement, who encourages us in our every affliction. Alleluia, alleluia.

Or: James 1:12

Alleluia, alleluia. Blessed is the man who perseveres in temptation, for when he has been proved he will receive the crown of life. Alleluia, alleluia.

Or: 1 Peter 4:14

Alleluia, alleluia. If you are insulted for the name of Christ, blessed are you, for the Spirit of God rests upon you. Alleluia, alleluia.

Or: see Te Deum

Alleluia, alleluia. We praise you, O God, we acclaim you as Lord; the white-robed army of martyrs praise you. Alleluia, alleluia.

Gospel John 12:24-26 If a grain of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it produces much fruit.

Jesus said to his disciples: “Amen, amen, I say to you, unless a grain of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains just a grain of wheat; but if it dies, it produces much fruit. Whoever loves his life loses it, and whoever hates his life in this world will preserve it for eternal life. Whoever serves me must follow me, and where I am, there also will my servant be. The Father will honor whoever serves me.”

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

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The Letter to Sardis

1 “And to the messenger of the assembly in Sardis write, ‘He who has the seven Spirits of Elohim and the seven stars, says this, “I know your works, that you have a name that you are alive, but you are dead.

2 “Wake up, and strengthen what remains and is about to die, for I have not found your works complete before Elohim.

3 “Remember, then, how you have received, and heard. And watch and repent. If, then, you do not wake up, I shall come upon you as a thief, and you shall not know at all what hour I come upon you.

4 “Nevertheless, you have a few names in Sardis who have not defiled their garments. And they shall walk with Me in white, because they are worthy.

5 “He who overcomes shall be dressed in white robes, and I shall by no means blot out his name from the Book of Life, but I shall confess his name before My Father and before His messengers.

6 “He who has an ear, let him hear what the Spirit says to the assemblies.” ’

The Letter to Philadelphia

7 “And to the messenger of the assembly in Philadelphia write, ‘He who is set-apart, He who is true, He who has the key of Dawiḏ, He who opens and no one shuts, and shuts and no one opens, says this:

8 “I know your works – see, I have set before you an open door, and no one is able to shut it – that you have little power, yet have guarded My Word, and have not denied My Name.

9 “See, I am giving up those of the congregation of Satan, who say they are Yehuḏim and are not, but lie. See, I am making them come and worship before your feet, and to know that I have loved you.

10 “Because you have guarded My Word of endurance, I also shall guard you from the hour of trial which shall come upon all the world, to try those who dwell on the earth.

11 “See, I am coming speedily! Hold what you have that no one take your crown.

12 “He who overcomes, I shall make him a supporting post in the Dwelling Place of My Elohim, and he shall by no means go out. And I shall write on him the Name of My Elohim and the name of the city of My Elohim, the renewed Yerushalayim, which comes down out of the heaven from My Elohim, and My renewed Name.

13 “He who has an ear, let him hear what the Spirit says to the assemblies.” ’

The Letter to Laodicea

14 “And to the messenger of the assembly in Laodikeia write, ‘The Amĕn, the Trustworthy and True Witness, the Beginning of the creation of Elohim,a says this:

15 “I know your works, that you are neither cold nor hot. I would that you were cold or hot.

16 “So, because you are lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I am going to vomit you out of My mouth.

17 “Because you say, ‘Rich I am, and I am made rich, and need none at all,’ and do not know that you are wretched, and pitiable, and poor, and blind, and naked.

18 “I advise you to buy from Me gold refined in the fire,a so that you become rich; and white garments, so that you become dressed, so that the shame of your nakedness might not be shown; and anoint your eyes with ointment, so that you see.

19 “As many as I love, I reprove and discipline. So be ardent and repent.

20 “See, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I shall come in to him and dine with him, and he with Me.

21 “To him who overcomes I shall give to sit with Me on My throne, as I also overcame and sat down with My Father on His throne.

22 “He who has an ear, let him hear what the Spirit says to the assemblies.” — Revelation 3 | The Scriptures (ISR 1998) The Scriptures 1998 Copyright © 1998 Institute for Scripture Research. All Rights reserved. Cross References: Genesis 49:3; Exodus 32:32-33; Deuteronomy 8:5; 1 Kings 7:21; Job 12:14; Ecclesiastes 9:8; Isaiah 43:4; Isaiah 55:1; Hosea 12:8; Zechariah 11:5; Matthew 19:28; Matthew 24:14; Matthew 24:33; Matthew 24:43; Luke 12:39; Acts 9:31; Acts 14:27; Romans 12:11; 1 Corinthians 9:25; 1 Timothy 5:6; Revelation 2:7; Revelation 2:11; Revelation 22:16

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Name: Arthur Morgan Date of Birth: 22nd June 1863 Gender: Male Orientation: Bisexual Species: Human Honour Level: Neutral-High FC: Ian Bohen 

BIOGRAPHY

Parents

Born in 1863 to Beatrice and Lyle Morgan, Arthur Morgan was a sweet child. They lived in the Northern US, moving around for his pa's work. When he was five, his ma died of unknown causes.

Left in Lyle's care, Arthur started to help him with his crimes. Any failure led to harsh punishment. More than once, Arthur fantasised about killing his pa.  

In 1874, Lyle got arrested for larceny. He charmed his way out of the noose and fled back north with Arthur. He blamed Arthur for his arrest. On the road, Arthur witnessed Lyle's death. As much as he hated him, he has worn his hat since.

A New Family

1877, Arthur was living on the streets. Dutch van der Linde and Hosea Matthews needed a kid to help with a planned con. Dutch chose Arthur, much to Hosea's hesitance. The job went perfectly, so Hosea and Dutch adopted Arthur into their family. Arthur fell in love with the Robin Hood fairytale Dutch painted. And the pair taught them everything they knew to make him a formidable gunslinger and a founding member of the Van der Linde Gang.

He was around seventeen when Arthur first met and fell in love with Mary Gillis. They had an on-off relationship due to his way of life.

But Arthur swore to Mary that he would marry her one day. 

In 1885, John Marston joined the gang. Arthur took him under his wing like a big brother. Over the years, Arthur and John became solidified as Dutch's sons.

Crimes

In 1887, Arthur, Dutch and Hosea did the gang's first bank robbery. This event gave Arthur his first bounty.

Fatherhood

In 1888, Arthur finally proposed to Mary. He had the whole thing planned, including a fancy meal and a photograph taken. He claimed the ring was his ma’s (when it was actually one he kept after a robbery). 

Weeks after Mary accepted the proposal, she returned the ring and revealed that she would no longer be seeing him. Heartbroken, Arthur became reckless. 

That same year, Arthur’s recklessness led him to sleep with a nineteen-year-old waitress called Eliza. When she told him she was pregnant, he promised to do right by her and their son. 

Isaac was his pride and joy. He would visit every few months, bringing money and gifts to help support them. And for the weeks he stayed, he would be the perfect father. He tried to teach the young’un to fish and read. 

Three years later, he arrived on one such visit to find their graves outside the home. He later learned robbers killed them for ten dollars. He never grew out of the pain. His focus turned to the gang. That would be his only family.

In 1894, Abigail Roberts joined the gang. Arthur (and many other men in camp), frequently slept with her. Arthur even considered proposing. However, she had fallen in love with John. And a part of Arthur knew Abigail needed someone who loved her, not just someone who settled for her. Mary, Isaac and Eliza were still too raw to make him a good family man, either way. 

Arthur became an uncle to John and Abigail's son. But when John refused to accept Jack as his own, Arthur lost what little respect he had for him.

The betrayal became worse when John fled the gang. When he returned after a year, everyone except Arthur accepted him back. Real men don't abandon their families.

The Fire

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1899

Spoilers for Red Dead 2

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STATS

Eyes: Blue with yellow around the pupil Hair: Dirty blond Height: 6′1 ft Occupation: Lead Enforcer of the Van Der Linde Gang Birthplace: ‘North’ USA Residence: Transient Mother: Beatrice Morgan* Father: Lyle Morgan* Parental Figures: Dutch Van Der Linde; Hosea Matthews Siblings: None; Adoptive, John Marston Partners: ; Eliza (ex.)*; Mary Linton (ex.) Children: Isaac Morgan* Horses: • Boadicea* (Liver Chestnut Hungarian Half-Bred); • Eli (O’Driscoll Tenessee Walker); • Buell (Dutch Warmblood) Pets: Copper* Positive Traits: Loyal, Unwavering, Proficient Flaws: Self-Depricating, Hard, Ferocious

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Saint Denis Times No. 54

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(All article transcripts below the cut)

Articles marked with * are exclusive to this region’s issue.

Articles marked with ** are only there upon completion of the related mission.

Blackwater Booming

SETTLERS ARRIVING DAILY. TOWN FOUNDED BY JOSIAH BLACKWATER SEES RAPID GROWTH.

Every day, livery worker Lance Hopkins greets new arrivals to Blackwater as their tired horses and mules who have seen many miles of travel require new shoes and salves for cuts and scrapes. He can barely keep the forge tended and lit for all work coming in each day, telling that by all accounts he has not had a day of rest or solitude in a good eight months.

Once a sleepy port town founded by fabled adventurer Josiah Blackwater, it is now hailed as a "Gateway to the West" as miles of track have been laid through the area, heading west to the Pacific Coast. Workers arrive to join lumber and mining outfits. Stocks are traded.

Investors are staking claims to the areas and surrounds, eager to build housing settlements. It is true - everything is up-to-date in Blackwater. Each day, more dispatches arrive from the East saying, "We're coming to Blackwater! She's a great gal, that. She's a huckleberry above most people's persimmons. Show me another like her any whar, and I am thar directly!", or words to that effect.

Mongrel Gang Terrorizing Area

SKINNER BROTHERS. MURDER, CATTLE RUSTLING, SAFE BLOWING.

A telegraph from Sheriff Oswald Dunbar announced that a family traveling through Tall Trees has been found slain - reportedly by the notorious Skinner Brothers. The mother was found strangled and the children hanging from trees. The father was found dead nearby, tortured in a gruesome and savage way. The Skinner Brothers are a rag tag bunch of outcasts and criminals, known for brutal ways of dismembering and thieving.

They are believed to be a group of half-breeds, mixed race outcasts, outlaw Irishmen, a Chinaman, escaped killers and rapers. They are as keen with an Apache bow as they are with a Mexican knife. Authorities have had a difficult time tracking the gang. They use cunning to cover their tracks and rarely stay in one place for very long. They are believed to have killed more innocents than the Otis Miller Boys, Butcher Brothers, and the Tallulah Jetty Gang combined.

Evelyn Miller Resigns

SEDUCED BY FAME. AUTHOR TROUBLED BY HYPOCRISY.

Social Theorist and philosopher Evelyn Miller has resigned his post at Princeton after increased turmoil regarding his theories on mankind and the savage. Announcing that he had become "troubled at his own remorseless hypocrisy" the once regaled professor and theorist on what separates the white man from that of the lowly savage left the University in haste, and is reported to have retreated to the wilderness to write a book about becoming one with it.

Once a fixture at society events in several states, he has long been accused by some as being seduced by fame, with a penchant for entertaining aristocrats in salons with his theories of the rights of man, nature, and the urges of savages. His publisher reports that they have not heard from Mr. Miller in quite some time and are not aware if he is authoring a follow up work to his bestselling books.

Notorious Bad Man Alive

VAN DER LINDE REPORTEDLY SEEN IN TALL TREES. ON THE RUN SEVEN YEARS. GANG MEMBERS STILL AT LARGE.

A dispatch from Tall Trees reports a sighting of infamous outlaw Dutch van der Linde, who has been on a bloody run from the law for many years now. The notorious Dutch's Boys gang once plagued this state, but it was believed to have disbanded as long ago as 1899. Two of his henchmen - Hosea Matthews and Arthur Morgan - were both killed in separate raids by Pinkerton agents that same year.

Gang members Bill Williamson, Micah Bell, John Marston, and Charles Smith are still believed to be at large. A telegraph from Mexico reports that Javier Escuella is believed to reside in the mountain region there. The massive sum of money taken in the Blackwater Robbery by the gang has never been recovered. It was said to have been stashed in the town somewhere after the gang escaped.

Rumors that gang member Micah Bell returned to retrieve the haul still persist. The bloody days of the Van der Linde gang are the stuff of legend, appearing in pulp novels and even memorialized in popular song. Law enforcement have pledged to continue searching for Van der Linde, who has one of the largest bounties on his head for kill or capture.

Cholera Epidemic Rages

ARMADILLO UNDER QUARANTINE. SCORES DEAD.

A severe bout of cholera has broken out in Armadillo, a town still reeling from the brutal scarlet fever epidemic at the turn of the century that left a significant portion of the town dead. Reports indicate that as many as three in four residents are experiencing symptoms of cholera, including diarrhea and vomiting. Armadillo has been plagued with poor sanitation conditions for many years, adding to the spread of disease.

The town has had such troubles over the years with pandemics and dust storms that some refer to "The Armadillo Curse" and warn people to stay away.

Marvel of Delight

A "MOVING PICTURE SHOW". VIEWERS ASTOUNDED AND DELIGHTED.

Not since the invention of the steam engine has a contraption bestowed such delight as the Kinetograph, bringing moving pictures to the screen, delighting audiences around the world. At first an experiment which does for the eye what the phonograph does for the ear, it has quickly replaced the magic lantern as a source for amusement and entertainment. As an electric motor turns, it shines a light through a sprocketed film, projecting a moving image on a wall or screen.

Picture machine operators are in high demand and the contraptions cost quite a sum. While the first moving picture shows available were shorts of famous people, scenic views, news events and disasters, creators now are drawing pictures for each frame and then shooting them in succession, giving the appearance of movement. Popular examples are The Courtship Ritual and Beaumont the Burly, which have been selling out [in] theaters across the country.

Queer Pranks of Lightning

INJURIES FROM STRIKES.

The ferocious lightning storm the week before last caused several freak accidents. A bolt struck the house of Hector S. Wilton and, having traveled along an ornamental awning, shattered a window. Three people in the room were severely shocked and Mrs. Wilton was completely knocked senseless and required arousal with smelling salts. She has since reported difficulty walking as the electricity traveled through her and it has impaired her right leg.

She also suffers from rheumatism which has since been inflamed by the the electrical strike. Mr. Wilton safely fled the house but returned having noticed that a small section of the sitting room was set ablaze by the bolts of light.

Child Killer

FINLEY MOST WANTED MAN IN COUNTRY.

Shane Finley, wanted for multiple counts of thievery and murder, including the killing of an innocent child, has been sighted outside the Tumbleweed/Armadillo area. With a price on his head in five states, multiple bounties exist for his capture or kill. Famous bounty hunter James Langton is also in pursuit, saying "I will capture and kill you, Shane Finley, there is no uncertainty about that."

Finley has evaded capture multiple times and is adept at wearing disguises, often hiding in plain sight of the law who are so famously seeking him. Any that encounter Finley are highly cautioned as he is desperate.

Railroad Takeover Complete

SENATE ACTS ON CORNWALL RAIL.

The Senate has passed a bill authorizing the final consolidation of the remaining lines previously owned by the Cornwall Southern & Eastern Railways. In a measure largely supported by officials with the Pacific Union Railroad, all trains and routes once owned by Cornwall will be consolidated and continue service under the Pacific name.

As part of the takeover agreement, the Pacific Union Railroad has announced plans to lay track linking West Elizabeth and New Austin in the next few years, which should greatly benefit industries seeking to expand to areas of the country that previously had only been served by coach.

New Railroad Completed

A GRAND PROJECT OUR MANIFEST DESTINY

The final ties were laid and spikes driven through to complete the Central Union rail line stretching through New Hanover. Passengers will be able to bypass the Grizzlies, Rhodes, and Scarlett Meadows, drastically reducing travel time. Now with a direct line connecting Cornwall Kerosene and Tar and Saint Denis, freight and commuters will flow fast and freely.

The project came with complications, including controversy over missing workers' wages and a land dispute. Representatives from towns such as Van Horn Trading Post and Annesburg say the new line will result in the decline of their towns. Civic planners hail the railroad as a new dawning day in American progress and history.

The Art of Angling by Jeremy Gill  

ROCK BASS.

In my extensive travels, I've logged many a mile on steamers, paddleboats, and nautical vessels of the queerest sort in search of trophy fish and, of course, wisdom. Many a sensible young angler who sees me as their hero will ask why fishing is dull, throbbing boredom punctuated by the wild explosion of excessive joy at a mere tap against the bait. That's because you're doing it wrong, you jackanapes, I tell them.

I've seldom gone more than ten minutes without a fish on the line, and when I do, such is my mastery over mind as well as matter that I enjoy the time. If you're looking for a fun fish - try going for Rock Bass in clear water on a sunny day. I once reeled in over 50 Rock Bass in an hour in Tall Trees. Try it and see! It's like life, only better!

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Chapter 1: The meet

Ace Matthew’s, hosea’s kid. He was only 18, one year younger than me. My name? Sean macguire. I’m 19, I’m an Irishman. Anyway, I watch as ace cares for his horse, rainstorm. Rainstorm is a black shire that Hosea got him for his sweet 16, he is a really sweet horse. As I sit on a stump, taking a swig from my flask I can’t help but admire how cute ace was. He was about 5’11, brown hair, and he dressed nice. Hosea did tell me he had social anxiety, so many if I could get him out of his shell, I’ll help him. I walk over to him and smile “hello.” I said, Ace seemed slightly frightened by the voice. “Oh, hello!” He said and smiled, i smile back and hold my hand out for a handshake “I’m Sean macguire, and you are?” Ace took my hand and shook it “I’m ace Matthew’s! I’m hosea’s son.” He smiled, he seemed proud that he was carrying his father’s name. “Well good to meet you, Ace.” Ace smiled and nodded “same to you Sean.” That night was the welcome home for jack marston who we had just gotten back from the o’driscolls…I sit near the campfire, drinking my beer as I see ace sitting near the water. I walk over and hug him, kissing him. He pushed me off “Ew! Sean you’re drunk!” He yelled as I looked at him.

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FROM GALILEE TO GALILEE, THE GREAT LIGHT OF CHRIST’S RETURN, May 15, 2026

God clearly predicted that a great light would arise in Galilee, referring primarily to the revelation of His appointed time.

ISAIAH 9:1, 2

(1) …beyond Jordan, in GALILEE of the NATIONS.

(2) The people that walked in darkness have SEEN a GREAT LIGHT… upon them hath the LIGHT SHINED.

MATTHEW 4:12, 14-17, 23

(12) Now when Jesus had heard that John was cast into prison, he departed into GALILEE;

(14) That it might be FULFILLED which was spoken by Esaias the prophet, saying,

(15) The land of Zabulon… beyond Jordan, GALILEE of the GENTILES;

(16) The people which sat in darkness SAW GREAT LIGHT… and shadow of death LIGHT is SPRUNG UP.

(17) From that time Jesus began to preach… Repent: for the kingdom of HEAVEN is AT HAND.

(23) And Jesus went about all GALILEE… preaching the GOSPEL of the KINGDOM, and healing all manner of sickness…

Herewith, God portrays the disclosure of His great light in Galilee, which is the set time of His return, as His visitation upon His people.

LUKE 1:78, 79

(78) …whereby the DAYSPRING from on high hath VISITED US,

(79) To GIVE LIGHT to them that sit in darkness… to guide our feet into the way of peace.

Moreover, the set time of Christ’s visitation on His Second Advent, which has been withheld in the past (Acts 1:6-8), shall precisely be known by His people in these last days.

HOSEA 9:7 The days of VISITATION are come, the DAYS of RECOMPENCE are come; Israel SHALL KNOW IT…

Jerusalem and Mount of Olives in Galilee are two significant places in the scripture where Christ and His disciples frequently resort (John 8:1-2, 18:1-2). In addition, God’s people, who were being filled with the Holy Spirit during Pentecost, were identified as Galileans (Acts 2:6-8).

Christ had already told His disciples that after His resurrection, He will go to Galilee and there will He meet them (Matthew 26:32).

MATTHEW 28:7, 16

(7) …he is RISEN from the dead; and, behold, he goeth before you into GALILEE… lo, I have told you.

(16) Then the eleven disciples went away into GALILEE, into a MOUNTAIN where Jesus had APPOINTED them.

Thereby, when Christ was risen from the dead, He went to Galilee, the place where He had before appointed, and preached many infallible proofs pertaining to His kingdom (Acts 1:3-4).

ACTS 13:30, 31

(30) But God raised him from the dead:

(31) And he was seen many days of them which came up with him from GALILEE to JERUSALEM…

LUKE 24:49, 51-52

(49) …I send the PROMISE of my Father upon you: but TARRY ye in the city of JERUSALEM…

(51) …while he blessed them, he was parted from them, and CARRIED UP into HEAVEN.

(52) And they worshipped him, and returned to JERUSALEM…

Furthermore, Christ had declared unto His disciples in the past that the revelation of His appointed time will be tarried, for He will not come during their time (Habakkuk 2:3-4, Hebrews 10:37-38).

However, in these last days, the set time of Christ’s return will never be tarried or delayed (Isaiah 46:10, 13), for it is fixed beyond all change.

Hereupon, God bequeathed His disciples, as He was about to ascend on the Mount of Olives, in Galilee, that His Second Advent would be in like manner, which is on a Sabbath day.

ACTS 1:11-12

(11) …this same Jesus… shall so COME IN LIKE MANNER as ye have seen him GO INTO HEAVEN.

(12) Then returned they unto JERUSALEM from the MOUNT called OLIVET… a SABBATH DAY'S JOURNEY.

God placed the exact year of His return in the seventh day Sabbath, the great light that God declared upon the mount in Galilee, which was being revealed in our time.

EXODUS 20:8-11

6 – SIX days (verse 9), 7 – SEVENTH day (verse 10), 13 – SIX days, SEVENTH day (verse 11)

6 + 7 + 13 = 26

ACTS 1:11, 12

2,000 – SABBATH DAY’S journey (Joshua 3:3-4, Numbers 35:5, Exodus 16:29)

2,000 + 26 = 2026

Thus, Christ’s ministry on earth began in Galilee and has ended in Galilee as well, during which He typifies His Second Coming, for He will descend above the Mount of Olives when He returns.

TO GOD BE THE GLORY!

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IGNORANCE!

IGNORANCE

Job 38:1-2

Ephesians 4:18

 

Ignorance is simply the lack of knowledge and information about something or someone. Ignorance, enlightenment, and unintelligence are not attractive traits. Some people use ignorance as an excuse, justification, or reasoning to avoid responsibilities. To some extent, these may work, but ultimately, they cause harm. Hosea 4:6 tells us that one may perish because of ignorance.

We live in a tech-infested world where information saturates every available space and atmosphere, yet many still have no idea of what’s happening in their local community, much less the nation and the world at large. Ignorance!

“I didn’t know,” “they didn’t tell me,” “I didn’t hear, see, or understand” are all ways of expressing ignorance. They can also be seen as excuses because, really, not knowing something doesn’t help in any situation. Ignorance is generally unacceptable, and as followers of Christ, ignorance of the expectations of the way of the Father is detrimental. This ignorance is having no saving knowledge of Christ, a hardness of the heart that is unwilling to turn from sin and accept Christ.

Ignorance is a lack of knowledge or understanding. Ignorant people are either unaware or uninformed, as Matthew 13:14-15 puts it, or just ignorant because they don’t know there’s a need to learn something. We may remain ignorant because we’ve chosen not to learn something we need to know. If we sin and violate God’s commandments even unintentionally, we’ll still be guilty and bear the punishment. Ignorance doesn’t excuse sin. Whatever sin is committed in ignorance still requires atonement.

Proverbs 22:3 says the prudent sees danger and hides, but the simple, ignorant man goes on and suffers for it. Look at the world around you, child of God, and tell yourself that all is right and well with the world and that you know and understand all there is to know about the times we’re in now, issues, and topics that will affect our faith, families, finances, and life generally.

Do we as believers take the time to find out and understand what we must pray against or for in our societies? “I don’t know!” “I don’t understand!” “I didn’t know!” In some cases, these may be acceptable reasons, but in more serious cases, they wouldn’t do. Would you accept an “I don’t know” answer from a colleague, a friend, a neighbour, or from your family for something you think they ought to be aware of? No! But we expect God, the righteous judge of the earth, to overlook our ignorance about Him and His ways while professing to be His followers. When we reject the knowledge and understanding of God, He says He too will reject us.

Unintentional ignorance about earthly topics is understandable; intentional ignorance about spiritual matters can lead to eternal destruction according to Romans 1:18–23. Verse 21 says everyone knows about God, they know God exists, and they also know a lot about Him, even if they do not have a saving knowledge of Him. Ecclesiastes 3:11 says God has put eternity in the heart of everyone, so no one can claim ignorance of the knowledge to do the right things as believers.

The world is growing darker, more unrighteous, and wicked while believers act and behave with ignorance of the works of the enemy, expecting that the promises of God will come to pass without us playing our parts. We must not only study to show ourselves approved according to 2 Timothy 2:15, but we must also begin to declare the scriptures according to Job 22:28 to overturn the manipulations of the enemy. How can we achieve these if we’re ignorant? We can’t use ignorance as a reason or excuse to not know and understand God’s will. Ignorance is not bliss.

PRAYER: Father, I ask for wisdom to live right and not allow ignorance to cause me to reject the truth in Jesus’ name. Amen.

Shalom,

WOMEN OF LIGHT INT’L PRAYER MIN.