#impenitence

[toasteri]

The Everlasting Sin

Photo by Peter Forster on Unsplash

Gospel: Mark 3:22-30

“ Amen, I say to you, all sins and all blasphemies that people utter will be forgiven them. But whoever blasphemes against the Holy Spirit will never have forgiveness, but is guilty of an everlasting sin.” (Mk. 3:28).

Since Jesus first uttered these words in his ongoing persecution from the scribes and other such ignorants, people have debated about the unforgivable sin that Jesus speaks about. There are many great sins and all of them can be forgiven if a person repents and asks for God’s forgiveness.

The first Reading does say that “Jesus Christ was offered up to take away the sins of many”. There is forgiveness for those who have thought that maybe their sin was too great, and they could never be forgiven. Jesus forgives those who can’t forgive themselves, but they need to ask Him. Jesus asked the blind man, “what do you want me to do for you?”.(Mk 10:51) Jesus respects our freedom. Even though He knows what we need, He wants us to be the ones to make the decision when and where the time has come to seek His forgiveness.

Unfortunately, there is an unforgivable sin. It is called “final impenitence”. It tends to build up and creep up on people. Impenitence means not feeling sorry, not feeling regret for our sin, not wanting forgiveness. It means the final rejection of God. It is unforgivable because a person doesn’t want forgiveness because they don’t feel they need it.

It happens to people slowly when they begin to justify their sins. It begins with allowing themselves to commit more and more small sins like more and more little white lies, then they begin to justify bigger sins until they no longer appreciate the enormity of what they are doing.

And their conscience, the great gift from God of His light to all of us, is shut down. And we no longer feel we need to repent or be sorry for “our sins”. We have NO sins. We don’t want forgiveness.

Final blasphemy against the Holy Spirit, the unforgivable sin can happen. To understand what Jesus meant in the Gospel of Mark, we should notice that Jesus’ miracles in this Gospel have all been to restore the health and wholeness to the people he encounters.

The Holy Spirit of God must be behind these miraculous healings and encounters Jesus has with these people because they are filled with hope and goodness.

So the unforgiveable sin is to deny God, the goodness and hope present in His Spirit, and to give in entirely to despair.

We Christians should always be people of hope.

[apenitentialprayer]

Okay, one of the things I find very fascinating about Fulton Sheen is his subversive, purposely scandalous rhetoric.

Christ is a tempter and seducer who lures us towards Him with the promise of unbelievable love.

The Repentant Thief Dismas died repentant, but not of his thievery; after all, "may we not say that the thief died a thief, for he stole Paradise?"

Christ is the Prodigal Son, having gone out into the World and spent His Inheritance on the things of the world (i.e., us)

[geraldofallon]

Romance in the Neath: Impenitent Devil

He has done everything at least once. Or, almost everything. His gaze lingers on yours, fierce as a coal on the hearth.

He looks younger than most of his kind, but he is not. His eyes are pale fire, and his cheekbones are gaunt as a parliamentarian’s sense of decency.

He looks bored, until, that is, he notices you.

[youknowsureyya]

The Horse in Motion - Eadweard Muybridge

Shake it Out-Florence and the Machine

[catylill]

[spiritsoulandbody]

#DailyDevotion When God Rejects His Church Because Of Its Sin

#DailyDevotion When God Rejects His Church Because Of Its Sin Psalm 74 O God, why do You reject us forever; why does Your anger blaze against the sheep of Your pasture? The inscription of this Psalm is a maskil of Asaph. Asaph was appointed by David to be the leader of song at the Temple. Yet, this Psalm seems to be written at the time of the destruction of the Temple. Perhaps by Asaph means by his descendants who were also therefore appointed to lead the singing of the Temple. However, during the reign of Rehoboam, David's grandson, he and all Israel abandoned the Law of the LORD. Because of this, the LORD sent the Egyptian pharaoh to plunder Jerusalem and the Temple. (2 Chr. 12). So perhaps it is this plundering Asaph is referring to. Given that the LORD brought destruction upon the Temple when Israel or Judah sinned, makes you wonder how the Psalmist can say, “why does Your anger blaze against the sheep of Your pasture?” Perhaps we can understand his distress of, “why do You reject us forever?” It was the sins of the people though and their leaders which has brought this upon them. I think it is our own sinful flesh that Paul talks about in Romans 7 which blinds us to our own sins at times.  Nevertheless, God's people, the faithful, often suffer with those who call themselves by the name of the LORD, yet who sin against the LORD. We know God always preserves from Himself a remnant. They are carried away with the unbelievers as witnesses against them and as witnesses to the LORD of His Law and His Gospel. In the midst of it, we too cry out, “will you forget us forever?” 2Remember Your congregation that You bought, the tribe You redeemed long ago to be your own people, Mount Zion which You made Your home. Asaph asks the LORD to remember His congregation which He bought and redeemed to be His own people. We too should call upon Jesus to remember His people which He bought and redeemed with His blood to be His people. The Church is now His Mt. Zion in which He has made His home. I think perhaps it is good for us to cry out to God and our LORD Jesus Christ to remember us in this day and age when it seems as if the Church is under attack. We might need to confess the sins of the Church as a whole in not condemning the sins of our own while condemning the sins of others. 3Direct your steps toward these permanent ruins — the enemy has wrecked everything in the sanctuary. 4Your foes have roared in the place where the assembly met and set up their own emblems as banners. 5From the entrance on they hacked like a woodsman in a forest; 6they smashed all its carved work with axes and crowbars. 7They set Your holy place on fire, polluted and tore down the sanctuary bearing Your name. 8They thought, "We will crush them altogether," and they burned every place in the land where God met with us. Here it sounds more like the final destruction of the Temple by the Babylonians. Asaph is calling upon the LORD to visit the place of ruins in which the Babylonians destroyed. God's people, as a whole, misused the place where God promised to meet with them. It was He who directed its destruction. God removed the places where He promised to meet with His people because they rejected Him. As we look out upon the apostate Church of our land and our own not repenting of our own sins, can we not see why God is removing Himself and the places where He promised to meet with us. Let us examine ourselves rightly according to His word and repent of where we have fallen short. Heavenly Father, give us Your Holy Spirit so Your Church may see its sins in the light of Your word, repent of them and see Your presence among us again. In Jesus' name we pray. Amen. Read the full article

[apenitentialprayer]

How do you get back to relationship/ talking to God when you know you’ve been distant and living without working on the relationship? How do you build the habit of talking and listening again, just involving God intentionally in your daily life? How do you start that again when it seems you just keep making the same mistake over and over and have to keep having the same apologies all the time and never get anywhere further in the relationship? How do start again and not slide back?

Well, I'll start with the last questions.

The bad news, anon? We should "expect temptation to the last breath." The vast majority of us are going to be struggling with the same sins or making the same mistake over and over and making the same apologies.

But, some good news: our relationship with God is grounded in God's faithfulness, not ours. I'm not saying that you should put no effort in, to be clear, but ultimately God wants to spend eternity with you, and as long as you genuinely want the same, He will work with what He's got. Pope Francis says, "Each time a person, performing the last examination of conscience of his life, discovers that his shortcomings far exceed his good deeds, he must not feel discouraged, but entrust himself to God's mercy" (x). You should probably just read that whole general audience that quote comes from; it's not very long. It's about the murderer on the Cross next to Jesus, whose only 'good deed,' so to speak, was entrusting himself to Jesus. God is willing to work with something as little as that.

As for the rest of what you said, about the distance, I would start again, but slowly. If you feel like you focus too much on your sins and personal failings in your dialogue with God (and if that's functioning as a 'block,' of sorts), this is what I recommend instead:

In the morning, talk to God about what your plans are for the day, and ask Him to accompany you through them.

If you have a break during the day, take a minute and pray for your needs or the needs of others.

In the evening, find at least three things to be grateful for, and thank God for them.

Confession of sin should be part of prayer, but if you find that this is the only form of prayer you're doing, to the detriment of your prayer life, you gotta break that loop. The above is just a suggestion to start with, but if you have a priest or spiritual advisor you trust, I would bring your concerns to them and listen to whatever they say instead.

[3liza]

The Impenitent Magdalene, oil on board, 2012

[astralnymphh]

kneeling for her ⋆ | ellie williams headcanons

༺ ellie x fem!reader sucking her strap hcs/scenario! ༻ ☽𖤐☾

(ellie image from kittaeria on pinterest)

✧˖ ° 🕯 bright blessings!

AN: had the most random scenario blossom in my head yesterday so i wrote it per usual, went a lil more risqué with this one 😜at least to my standards

cw/tags: NSFW!! SMUT!! MDNI!! ellies a lil goofy in the beginning, blunt/straightforward-ish reader, not a fully wrote out fic, small time skips, sitting on lap, cursing, takes place in jackson but not specified to be before seattle (readers choice) soft-dom leaning ellie (except maybe less soft in one instance, nothing rough tho), guiding you verbally and with hands, praises, petnames; (good girl, baby, slut) sucking/choking on strap, clit stim (giving) strap-vag insertion, flatiron position, rewarding, gripping head/hair, deepthroating.

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setting the scene

༻⛧one dusty orange sunset, cooped up in ellie's makeshift 'garage house' relishing a simple meal she whipped up for the both of you, albeit can you really classify her attempts at the art of culinary as five-star cuisine? regardless, the two of you slumped into the gray sofas' sufficient padding and dined like kings; in apocalyptic standards. no conversation had been rustling the space between you until a rather, interesting, unordinary, dare say- scandalous? scenario had implanted its peculiar self into your thoughts.

"hey babe?" you quell the silence, tone arching in curiosity.

"mhm?" ellie garbled through shut lips, chowing down her food.

"you know.. we should- try something new-"

"ooh~ like what?" she instantaneously hunches her back closer to you and tosses her barren plate aside, avid to hear your words go from mind to mouth. she invariably dotes on your ideas.

"uh- it's like.. related to.. bed stuff."

"like sleepin- wait! can we pleaaasee build a display shelf for my comic books above my bed-"

"ellie." 

"sorry." ellie, even being an adult, is still crazy about her long-kept hobbies.

"uh- anyways. I'm talking 'bout like.. sex." you impenitently tell.

her eyelids dim, sloping her head to the side in adorned interest, "sex? that's one way to ask."

"no ..seriously, I have an idea.." you stow the plate atop a stubby heap of books, conveying a genuineness in your stare.

ellie sails her tongue briskly through her lips, anchoring her torso back onto the sofas' arm, lengthening her legs out with a faint bend at the knees. her palm drops to her thigh, patting it twice.

 "c'm over here." she coaxes sweetly with an alluring gaze, imbued with a pip of power in her vowels.

a suffuse of blush overlies your midface, crawling your body towards her beckon.

her hands steady your hips down on her lap, finding refuge on the back of your thighs thereupon settling.

"what's the idea, then?" the moods' been shifted, emanating one of sensuality.

you nestle near her headspace, whispering, "y'know ur' strap?"

"yeah.." ellie likes where this is leading, clearly by her rapt smirk and tune of chords rising in tempt.

"what if I sucked it?"

⛧ oh boy, that set off a night she wouldn't be forgetting for the inbound days ahead. immediately you found yourself levitating up from the couch by her arms and bouncing on the mattress. a makeout session leads to fated stripping and now, your kneeling in front of her at groin-level and a hunter green mass protruding towards your nose bridge.

her optics glare down at you, the sight of you so keen and willing to do this. sure, it's not the real thing but the sight should and will be fucking exhilarating. 

"c'mon, what're you staring at?" ellie's hand gently smacks your cheek and splinters your blurry-minded trance.

you deduct a reply from your mouth, instead, taking a solid grasp of the strap and wrapping your lips round' the tip, all while preserving unwavering eye contact.

"shit.." 

her hands ease and twine the locks on each margin of your head, massaging the pads of her fingertips tenderly. her arousals' climbing new peaks every second at this rate. she presses her pelvis further upon your lip, steering you to open up.

your lips part and welcome the rotund tip in, stroking along your front teeth. the weak grasp on your head pushes the strap languidly to a greater extent that bounds it to the back wall of your throat.

"ach-" you jab out a cough.

"good girl, take that shit in.." 

⛧she's one to be in control, but it's nothing rough. her hands guiding you back n forth gently as the strap summons spurts of tickles in your throat each time it prods the back of it. it'd be far enough to chafe the hilt against her clit, per usual any time she wears the contraption, so you'd always hear quaint whimpers, curses, groans, etcetera, from above.

"mhh~ fuuhhhhckkkk.." ellie draws out a long euphoric groan, straining her neck back and exposing the mild protrusion of her adam's apple.

catching up with the motion, you begin bobbing your head on your own accord. her hands dull their hold and hover above, letting you work your utter sorcery, mouth wide open and drooling for her.

her head recoils down, "such a slut- oohh~ fuck.." 

⛧again, she's not rough without consent and a special occasion, but she'll clutch your hair firmly enough. to you, it's like her non-verbal sign that says 'go faster'.

thrusting your head faster, her own moans begin to burgeon and crowd the room over your sucking and popping noises. she looks so fucking hot from your angle, a clement sweat, fucked out face, leaning slightly back so her pelvis projects closer to you, a solo hand supporting on the back of her thigh, the other latched onto the apex of your head and knotting strands of hair around her fingers. it's all getting to you. 

"oh- baby, fuck- keep goin'n.. uhn- shit!" the climax augmenting within her hips jitters the shit out of her knees, begging to just buckle underneath her and collapse on the bed.

"gh- hn.." your words fumble around ellie's cock, still putting your all into pleasing her. adding a grip on the strap and stroking it was endgame for her, the adjoined knocking against her swelling bud ruined her.

⛧ellie's definitely more of a groaner and a huffer when she comes, it's not growling level but it's certainly not fake exaggerated ones.

⛧i think she's also the type who'd want you to come as well, like, there is not a single night where she's the only one getting pleased, she has to see you unravel and lose your shit under her.

"stop, baby- stop.." ellie hastily hushes through heaves of breath, pulling your head from the strap to which it springs off your lips.

"huh..?"

"m'not cummin' without you- fuck.." her fingers take a grapple at your jaw, guiding you up onto your feet.

you give her a blank stare until it's washed away with a surprised one as you're cast onto the bed, stomach down, ass up. she shambles over you and flattens you out till your hips settle in the cloudy mattress.

she mounts your thighs and inclines her crotch to yours, slowly inserting into your cunt from the back. her nails chisel into your plush hips, thumbs notably indenting on your ass.

"oh-my gmm.. ellie.." 

"god damn-" she mumbles to herself, cuffing out a quick chuckle, "you earned this.." positively rewarding you for your work.

insert a loooong night spent railing.

⛧random conclusion hc but I feel like in this position where she's behind you she'll litter you with kisses and bites on your shoulder-neck region, especially for being so good and disposed for her. 

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MASTERLIST

[thatscarletflycatcher]

Thinking again about Jane Eyre, and how her main drive in life is to love and be loved, and how Helen Burns' place in the narrative is that of a caring angel. She isn't written as affectionate or warm, and yet she's so important to Jane! Because in the moment of the test -when the giving and receiving of love that she has craved so much for is within reach, if only she compromises- there is an acknowledgement that Helen was right: you cannot do anything for love and the love of creature will sometimes demand what you shouldn't give. And Jane perceives that giving in and becoming Rochester's mistress will destroy her individuality, and once her individuality is gone, so will her love with Rochester. It's a sort of paradox where the only way to save it is to cast it away! And she does!

I have argued before that the ending of Jane Eyre can only be well understood in the context of the text as a pean to the power of mercy and forgiveness to create happiness, and I stand by it, but there's also this element of purification and fulfillment, of course: Jane has given up her love so that it isn't lost, and in the end she gets it back multiplied: she'll be a wife and not a mistress; instead of a bitter, conflicted, impenitent man, she'll have a humbled, matured grateful husband; she'll have children, and cousins she'll love as siblings, a whole family of her own to love and be loved in.

[cedarxwing]

We all know that Matthew set up the pool scene as a reference to the hanging of Judas (Matthew 27:3-10), inspired by Hannibal's own lecture from the novel and Antipasto.

Then Matthew complicates things by duct taping Hannibal's arms to a broken broom pole, making him look like Jesus. Judas is never depicted in the crucifixion pose (he's normally hanging from a tree branch), so the show is obviously implying that Hannibal is playing a sacrificial/savior role in this episode (at least in the eyes of Jack and Alana).

But then Matthew keeps spreading his arms out in mockery. I don't know why I never put this together before, but he's totally supposed to be the impenitent thief!

Jesus was crucified along with two bandits. The one on his right was penitent and asked for Jesus to remember him in heaven. The one on his left mocked Jesus with the rest of the crowd, saying that if he was really the son of God, he should be able to save himself. Matthew is standing on Hannibal's left in both of those shots, and there's an empty spot to Hannibal's right where the penitent thief would stand if he was present. How fun!

[bleedinqdove]

May i req a Rocky Rickaby x fem or gn reader whose relationship is like Jessica and Roger Rabbit? Or Morticia and Gomez Addams? Everybody’s stunned as to how Rocky, the fucking CRAZY MAN OF THE CENTURY, managed to bag the only cat whose looks are beyond his level. And their personalities are like the textbook definition of opposites attract. Reader doesn’t care though, they’ll still be devoted and loving to Rocky ‘till the day they die.

(Bonus points if the reader is an artist like him, and is also touch starved as him)

You can do this req later or delete it if u wanna, no pressure! I really love your writing ❤️❤️

Rocky x fem reader with a relationship like Jessica and Roger Rabbit

A/n: Sorry this took so long! Was busier than expected ;-;, but anyways this was a really fun request to do as well! You guys send such great requests.

SFW but a bit suggestive towards the end.

-Anon you are absolutely on to something here let me say.

-Compared to Rocky’s more chaotic personality, you are more elegant and poised, but that doesn’t mean you’re any less passionate. You both share that fiery desire for one another even if you two couldn’t be any more different at first glance.

-You’re mainly known around the block for your fashion and self expression, not being afraid to experiment and be bold with your styles. So no doubt that’s how you first caught Rocky’s eyes.

- And Rocky quickly caught yours with the beautiful way he played the violin and his bizarre yet impenitent personality.

-What can I say, tormented artists that were made for eachother.

-You have Rocky wrapped around your finger, and he’s hopelessesly devoted to you. Any time he’s near you he just can’t help but smile and admire you…sometimes you can even catch his tail wagging-

-Your touch has him over the moon, and even the simplest scratch of the chin causes him to get all giddy with delight.

-He’s your number one supporter and defender. He takes great delight in seeing all the different outfits you make and the clothes you design, and if anyone has a problem with what you’re wearing he’ll make sure to deal with them accordingly.

-He’s very protective of you and has no issue of dealing with tomcats who are a bit too flirty with you. Just walks right up with that sharp-toothed smile of his and barely veiled threats of violence.

Right as the intermission starts Rocky hops off the stage and makes a beeline for you. A soft smile crosses your face as you greet him, beckoning him to sit next to you. However a passing tomcat gives you a suggestive comment and wink before walking away.

Rocky’s immediate reaction is to get up and follow that bastard, but he is stopped by you hooking a finger around his suspenders and pulling him back. You didn’t want him to waste his time talking to some greaseball when he should be talking to you. Plus he couldn’t be getting into fights this early into the night.

“Sit down Rocky.” You say looking him in the eyes.

“Yes Ma’am!”

-Make no mistake you’re just as protective as well. No one gets away with disrespecting your man.

-If someone is talking particularly loud during one of his performances, you shoot them a dirty look that shuts them up real quick.

-And if anyone dares to flirt or insult him in your presence, they’re in for a treat. While not as publicly confrontational as Rocky, you’re just as disturbing, if not more, with your confrontations.

-You wait until they are decently away from the crowd, or alone until you walk up to them with a sickly sweet smile painted on your face. The way your face and tone seem so calm, yet your words are vile and not to mention your eyes piercing right through them.

-Needless to say you consider your job done once they’re scared shitless.

-Rocky sometimes spots you doing this and it makes his heart swell with gratitude and pride. You truly care about him!

-Yeah you two are insane for eachother.

-While you dont mind PDA, Rocky appears to be the more clingy one in public. Which you don’t mind either you enjoy his touch. You even give him the occasional kiss here and there.

-But in private it’s a whole different story.

-It’s hard to tell if you’re stuck in Rocky’s grip or he’s stuck in yours. You find it hard to keep your hands off him!

-Rocky no doubt enjoys all this attention you give him, most days when you two come home after a long night he finds himself covered in lipstick stains from your kisses. His least favorite part of the day is washing it all off, he’d like to wear them proudly.

-You hate when he’s away all night doing bootlegging runs. It’s on lonely nights like those that your touchstarvedness truly shows.

-But Rocky is quick to make up for all that lost time.

You watch as Rocky passes the last of the stolen booze to Freckle, who walks out of the garage leaving you and Rocky alone. At first Rocky did not notice you were there as he closed the trunk. In fact he almost bumped straight into you as he turned to follow Freckle.

“Oh! Well what brought you down here dear?” He asks, his eyes widening in surprise and excitement. Rocky was more confused if anything, you usually never go into the garage. However you knew why you were in here, you didn’t know if you could last another hour without Rocky! You let out a dramatic sigh as you lean against him and he immediately wraps his arms around you.

“I just missed you, that's all honey…though I do have a certain request I’d like to make if you don’t mind…?” You asked as his ears perked up in interest, he seemed even more inclined after you started to play with his tie.

“I know after these little runs you like to stay at the speakeasy a bit longer…but I’m oh so tired and just want to wind down…would you like to come home with me Mr Rickaby?”

Your smirk grew wider as you tugged on his tie bringing his face closer to yours. “You think you can help me relax…?”

Rocky’s tail shot straight up as he looked at you, a wide grin on his face as he nodded his head. It didn’t take a lot of convincing with him.

“Yes Ma’am!”

[romanticism-art-history]

St. Francis Borgia Helping a Dying Impenitent painted by Francisco Goya (1746 - 1828)

[antonio-m]

“The Penitent and Impenitent Thieves” c.1611, by Abraham Janssens. (1575–1632). Flemish painter. Museum de Fundatie, Netherlands. oil on canvas

[philosophybits]

A crowd in its very concept is the untruth, by reason of the fact that it renders the individual completely impenitent and irresponsible, or at least weakens his sense of responsibility by reducing it to a fraction.

Søren Kierkegaard, The Point of View

[lilliana17]

A Purgatory What If

"You can only save four." The words struck everyone. The watcher stood firm and emotionless in front of everyone. All of the islanders had been happily looking at their kids. The dragon eggs each alive in their cells happily pressing against the glass towards their parents. All at once joy turned to sorrow.

The pain wasn't equal crossed the board. Fit was fighting alone to save Ramon. While Phil and him were close the crow had his own kids to worry about. Every parent would pick their own kids.

Bad felt hot tears against his pitch dark obsidian skin. His eyes focused on Dapper, both of them knew this was their last moments together. How could he fail when he came this far, if only he was the team captain of Soulfire. If only he could pull that win against Phil.

"Bolas choose before time slips away, crow choose." The watcher spoke impenitentness reeking in his voice. He pushed the decision not to the team that won. Instead the choice fell soley to the captain.

Phil looked to his two kids, the only one that was a single parent for two. A few kids had one parent but he was the only person who had two to take care of by himself. Sure Tubbo had sworn to protect the two, but the young man wasn't truly a father. Phil fought so hard so he can save both. Pushing past his limits all the pain with each swing. Wearing a mask to hide away his emotions being the angel of death.

As time ticked away he glanced back to his team. The family he had formed in bonds of blood in this cursed death game. Some had even looked to him as their father, all of their faith in him. Every single member of the team had a child they risked their life for. If there was five it would of been perfect all the kids of the team could be saved. Sure Baghera is close to Dapper but Pomme is her daughter. Could Phil really kill a person, his Bolas families, only child so he can keep both of his alive.

His focus snapped back to his two kids. Chayanne must of knew what was going on. The older of the dragon's stood tall despite still being a child himself. He gave his father a bitter sweet nod giving the crow a smile. Tallulah looked at her brother confused, why was he sad their dad won. Why was their tears in his eyes when they were going home. Their father was making the choice both of them were safe.

Phil took a step forward with a deep breath. His hands were shaky as his wings stayed pinned against his back. "I choose to save Tallulah, Richas, Pomme, and Leo." He spoke pain tearing through his throat. He couldn't pick out of Foolish, Cellbit, or Baghera to betray. Phil could not make any of Bolas suffering when it would be his fault. Feeling like a failure of a father, his son having to make the choice to him.

Tallulah screamed a shriek of despair. She glanced to Phil as if to find an answer on why her brother was sentenced to death. She hugged her brother in fear desperately clinging to him. Tallulah couldn't loose him, she couldn't let go.

"...Don't cry...." Was the last words she heard from Chayanne before being pulled away. She kicked and wiggled trying to get to her big brother. She was handed to Phil as the glass door closed. Four kids were returned to their parents. The rest watched as lava fully filled the cages.