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“Memory” by E. Prosser Rhys

E. Prosser Rhys won the Crown in the National Eisteddfod of Wales, Pontypool, in 1924, with “Atgof.” “Memory” is a translation by Hywel Davies.

MEMORY

THE STORY OF A SENSIBLE LAD

“The imagination of a boy is healthy, and the mature imagination of a man is healthy; but there is a space of life between, in which the soul is in a ferment, the character undecided, the way of life uncertain, the ambition thick-sighted … …” John Keats. In his second introduction to “Endymion.”

When hot with youth I fled down weary ways The suing voice and its insistencies; I would not listen to its warning lays Of hell encoiled within the heart of bliss. A coward thing, I said, were I to dim My ardent ways and take secure root, When I would yield myself to every whim, And taste delight of the forbidden fruit. But the pursuer followed after still, Nor ever did his divination fail; He witnessed all my torturings of will, He followed and he followed on my trail, Like some God given envoy during strife To ward me from the knowledge that is life. * * * The smell of burning peats! Swift as light, It strides along the highways of my brain, Till I am filled with memories of delight, My own white house and the hedged fields again. Once more the little rooms, the glint of sun On ancient chairs, familiar ways and ease, And they who gave me life, the day being done, Dwelling in love’s divine consolaries. And I remember storms that whipped the door, Whilst I all swinkéd lay before the fire, Till beckoning sleep would show her magic store, And mother’s song waft me to my desire. And I would sleep, my weariness unfurled, Between the two most happy in the world.

Most happy in the world! . . . I lived to see Beyond the unruffled days of laughing youth, Their amorous contentment piteously Entangled, snared, grow pale and die in ruth. For here, and I growing, I saw one Who wept and raged in bitter unavail, And he, the father of her child, undone By whispers that were flame about the vale. The mother’s heart--though heavy be the road That winds between the Church bells and the grave,– It not oppressed by a more heavy load, Than dead desire and beauty that she gave To him whose blood is still unspent and lewd, Bound to her only by cold habitude.

Cold custom! Was it not a fault, allow, To moss her ever in her tiny bower, With passion’s tide so fickle in its flow, And fallacy our universal dower? Is it not vain the vowing unto God, And we blindfolded of our own desire, Rebelling vainly till death’s wink and nod, Rebelling vainly in our children’s fire? And I believed, there in the smell of peat, That love was but the lusting of the flesh, A swift, mysterious gladness it was meet That youth should lie with ere it slipped the mesh,– A wild, shy thing of the woods, no willing thrall To run this way or that at beck and call.

Our love at back and call! Did ever love, of yore, Concern itself with aught but its own needs? So tell me why should men strive evermore To bind her running feet with their small creeds? For her of old was courtesy a cloak; Her bright eyes shone above the tournament; T’was in her name the poets and sages spoke, And for her sake the plans of Kings were shent. Though stronger than the buttressed mountains are, More fickle is she than the playing breeze; Who holds her prisoned now shall find afar His truant fancy sailing the high seas. Stale custom shall not rust my spirit’s knife: To tread the caprice of Love’s dance in life.

To live! What then of him, the priest who saith That love o’ercometh passion and its evil? What of my home that was the home of death? Shall God created bliss be blamed the Devil? I shall take love even as it is, I said, With eyes afire and feet aflame to snare All women to the silver net I spread, And drown my senses in their tresséd hair. Great rock recesses shadowed from the sun Shall be the pantheon of my desire; Let all the birds sing out their praise as one, And all the winds touch now upon the lyre; May the white moon turn to Orion and the Wain, And laugh at twinéd love and its sweet pain. * * * So ran my vow. And eager in pursuit The suing voice came riding down the wind: Think well before you taste forbidden fruit, And to thyself irrevocably sinned. Was it not wedlock that awoke from sleep, Suckled and fed and housed the infant mind? Released from its travailings in the deep Great Nature’s measures to preserve our kind? The pangs of birth are no vain chance of pleasure, The mother’s pain hath its appointed place, For this is Life’s glad offering of treasure Upon Love’s altar to redeem the race. Beware. The altar is too consecrate For love unruled and lust insatiate. * * * The smell of earth! When Spring comes through the rain Out into shining days of clear delight, With deathless memories rustling in her train Of Love’s adventurings, and that dread flight, From out the shadow of fear and of reason, To where Love lies in glowing mightiness. And drinking deep of my own father’s treason I shamed away the whispers of distress. . . . The smell of earth! The smell of that clean sod Where I would soothe my weariness to rest; And now the thorn where was the rose. Dear God, That I should so have stained the white, the blest, Unversed in this: whatso the day has bred, Dreams in my bones, lives in my flesh, till dead.

But my desire was for the subtle wine Distilled in woman’s soul by gift of Jove. I live again the night I walked with mine To prove the perils of adulterous love. Loud were the shouts of labourers at the ploughs; Even and red lay the long furrow rills; Life was a song among the green leaved boughs; Life was a dance about the eternal hills. And joy was one with everything I saw, Joy to my ear all the sounds I head, And happy I--joy without end or flaw, And Life within my grasp, a fluttering bird, Her bright plumed wonder, as it were, tip-toe Upon expectancy, lest I should go.

Lest I should go! The vengeful night had chased Day from the hills; close to a lake we lay; We moved together and we there embraced; She hung her head abashed, but with my play Her sloe back eyes were filled with tender tears; I kissed her with my eager, full ringed mouth, Caressed her gently till she knew no fears, And she was passionate as the sun warmed South. And in upon our tranced selves there came The tide of our desire . . . and we swoon . . . Is there another sweetness like to flame That turns to bitter memories so soon? We go our way. No word of love is said, And loathéd pleasure in my heart lies dead.

Mair, if we were nine and bound in love, Instead of twice that sum of sorrowing years, We would not know these wild desires that move Our tempest souls to ecstasy and to tears. We’d play at keeping house for our delight, Or row prodigious Queens across the ferries; We’d deck ourselves with flowers blue and white, And dine like faery folk upon the berries. If we could have our wish and live again The babbling days of happy innocence, Divest ourselves of knowledge and pain, And walk once more in our magnificence, Treading illusion’s way, our brains untaught In this poor truth of which the world is wrought!

In there be harmony in life, I said, It is to yield to passion’s every gust, But I its pilgrim now am surfeited, I forswear woman, turn away from lust. Woe unto man, great God’s unclean endowing Of wily woman’s soft, persuasive ways; To my intemperate and accursed avowing I sing a glad farwell for all my days. Frustrate is all desire, though we have clothed Its meagre loins with garments fir for Kings. To friendship do I vow myself betrothed, For comradeship is clean. Upon its wings Will I surmount desire. This is our tryst: Friend, I will go with thee wheree’er thou list.

So ran my vow, and eager in pursuit The suing voice came riding down the wind: Think well before you spurn the Master’s fruit, And to thyself irrevocably sinned. The comradeship of men shines out like gold Through all the chronicles of the star crossed earth; I give thee leave to travel with the bold, To grasp their steady hands and prove thy worth. But give not all thy faith to friendship’s rule From surfeiting of woman and desire; Thy glowing body shall not thus grow cool,– Two of one sex may know a hidden fire That may of comradeship make such a rue Shall thy far fleeing steps all time pursue. * * * On Summer eves, the smell of new mown hay Borne faintly on a breath of dying wind, Brings back to me the many twisting way Of our companioning. There comes to mind The busy questing, and my winnowed choice Of friendship that would bless my eyes with truth, And grant respite from that incessant Voice, Nor leave my heart a temple unto ruth: And as I came upon the charméd stream Of Menai silvering from sea to sea, I met my mind’s own image, he, the dream, And greeted him my comrade happily, Sweet from the swathes of new mown hay these rose Incense to bind our lovely friendship close.

Oh golden haired and generous of heart, There is no secret hid away from thee, Of close communings from the world apart, Of dreaming towers raised against the sea. We said the world was evil to the core; We would have earth an earthly paradise,– Reshape its way to beauty evermore, So men might walk the world more kindly-wise. We vowed to trample nature to the dust, Make flesh a casket only for the mind; Though youth is swift to snare his feet with lust, To love’s enchantments were we now not blind? For we could hear, faintly from afar, Some singer singing of a fairer star.

A fairer star! The musing night was deep Between the high-pent hedgerows of the lane; The world lay quiet in a windless sleep; The scent of hay rose freshly after rain. Our hearts were of a sudden filled with ease, In some high Wisdom awfully arrayed . . . From a grey convent shadowed in the trees There rose a chant of praise to Mary Maid. We stopped. And there made chaste our hearts from greed, Anger and lust and strife, till strong within The holy words of that Latinian creed Singing of cloistered continence from sin, We chased down secret arches of the brain The world’s enchanteries and the world’s great pain.

The secret arches of the brain! . . . We kept No vigil on our thoughts, walled in from wrong That grave, fantastic night. And as we slept Our ears were tolling with the holy song, We slept, half drowsily aware, unwilling, Yet glad that each was in the other’s arm. And so desire . . . the flame of our fulfilling And sudden lapse of love’s ecstatic charms . . . And then awake, remembering what had been My brain became a pool of burning wroth: My comradeship and love, alike unclean, For all our sacring and our plighted troth. Wilt thou not leave me now alone, Desire, For I am sick to death of Life entire.

Life, in laughter and in loveliness! But Flesh is like a shadow over all; My richest dreams are dust and emptiness, And striving Soul is bound a slave in thrall. What art thou, Flesh, that shivers to the cold, Melts to the noonday heat, yields blood to steel, That walks, and sleeps, is lorded o’er by gold, That sees, and hears, is swift to know and feel? What art thou, Flesh? Thou art the unsought crown, That fickle chance of bodies trapped in lust; And that same lust, waking or lying down, Is pent again in thy sharp blood. Oh dust! And why, in this poor pot of earthenware Should’st Thou have poured a wine beyond compare? * * * Another way I chose from out the mire, And still the swing voice came down the wind: Think well before you banish all desire, And to thyself irrevocably sinned. I bade the keep within the holy way Of Nature’s law, nor spurn her great design; I bade the not, in Friendship’s hour, bewray Thy hidden passion, no, nor drink that wine. Unheeding, thou hast sinned and surfeited On woman’s love, the comradeship of men; And now, oh fool, in thy fool’s heart hast said That death is in the touch of lips. What then? A love afar, unhoped for … Oh vain word! For life is soul and sense in sweet accord.

The smell of sea-weed! When the noonday sun Is bright upon the levels of the deep, To watch the children windblown to a run Of shrill delight across the sands . . . and weep! The smell of sea-weed! Festal life debates In the swift strains of music from the band, And maidens robed in white, sure Love’s oblates, Laughing at sunset in a green leaved land. The smell of sea-weed! . . . Wandering amazed, My senses dead from my adventurings, One from the throng of white clad maidens gazed With calm and level eyes… My pain took wings Before her slow smile dawning unafraid, I vowed swift hearted I should love the maid.

Her will I love, I said. Though carnal Lust And Love’s sweet self are in one body meshed, There is from God divinity will thrust The twain apart; beyond desire, unfleshed, Our ways shall move to splendour. Love has ended The mind’s submission to its yoked zest. . . . We held no converse, went out way unfriended; Looked not for kisses, knew nor lip nor breast. Walking the sea’s wide marge along the bight, Our glances met,–revealed our deep set bliss A cold, still flame of radiance burning white In eyes were swift to read and swift to kiss. Before our silent love there was unfurled Rich gifts that mute the poets of the world.

Mute is the tongue, for how should tongue make known The eternal saturnalia of the house? Where by the roadside many seeds were sown One spears the sod, makes glad the way with flowers. Her soul had windows where from deeps of blue A child’s white thoughts came peeping in and out; Her walk, her dress, her ways alike were true,– A vestal maiden armouréd about. And grudging Life, who had denied a crumb, With glowing hands poured treasure at the last Bound the wise world’s knowing … I stood dumb, Spell bound in awe, divinely chained, held fast, Wise fools awhile scraping that ancient lay That two and two is foolish children’s play.

Oh that smell of sea-weed holds in trave The hour we stained love risen from the sea. Perchance the bathers tumbled by a wave Troubled the secret waters heaped in me. There came a dream upon the wings of night, And I had pleasure of the mute, sad maid. . . Dawn in the East had set the world alight When I awoke . . . remembered the betrayed. . . God knows how agonised in bitter pain I wrought upon the death of my design; I walked the sun lit sands from hell’s lifted Sign, Away beyond the hills, for I had read Guilt in her eyes of what the night had bred. * * * Deep in a wood I lay, and by me sate Pain for a friend. I cried: How vain Is all my girded armour against fate; Sure Lust has found a flaw, and Love lies slain. Wilt Thou from whom I fled by night and day Speak unto me, for I am stripped of fear? Strange Guide and my sure Prophet, say Where wisdom lies; speak, and I shall hear . . . My head is cradled on a tuft of grass. . . The trees are shadowed from the burning sky. . . Heart of the world that beats, and beats. . . Pass, Little bird, fly on, away. . . A great wind’s sigh… The leaves are listening, tense … no breath, no sound . . . The Voice’s accents sweet, above, around.

You too have bowed your lusty head at last, Though long eluding down the evasive ways; There is no heart so secret, feet so fast, Can find a chamber privy from my gaze. A puny thing is Man! You named me here Your kindly Prophet and your own strange Guide. The suing voice that tracked you through the dread Vain trespassings, Thyself, and none beside! As though the life that teems about the fields– The ribbed oak or failest blade of green, Were to renounce the sap the good root yields Drawn from the earth that bore it, shaped it clean, And so renouncing, fail of leaves and flowers To pine in helplessness through death’s slow hours.

Lush from the roots that probe ancestral earth I am the sap that moves along your veins; Deep in the secret dark you hid my worth– Unblest of me, frustrate, thou hast known pains. I am nor good no evil,–but the taste Of earth, thy earth, is sharp upon my mouth. Perchance an unwise word may slip in haste; Perchance I make my law some out worn truth: But wise or foolish, thou thyself demeaning Both Soul and Body to my unseen end, In me thy Life shall find a richer meaning, A shriller laughter, agonises that rend, And peace in serving, chastened of His rod, Inerrably the purposes of God.

You yielded, yes, but not before long erring, And never sin was sinned but drew its wage. No shelter is there in the world’s wayfaring From retribution on the scoréd page. You will not know the smell of burning peat But memory shall come and clasp you hand; Nor joy of earth, but Spring with shining feet Shall lead you to the lake, and wave her wand. You will not know the scent of fresh cut hay, But Comradeship will come and sit with you; Nor smell the sea-weed drifting, but you pay Your desecrating love with bitter rue. * So must the price of sin be pain with hell, Till Memory’s sting is dulled, and all is well.

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pamphletstoinspire · 6 years ago

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Gospel Reading and Commentary for Friday, January 18, 2019 - Roman Catholic - Mark 2: 1 - 12

1. And again He entered into Capernaum after some days; and it was noised that He was in the house.

2. And straightway many were gathered together, insomuch that there was no room to receive them, no, not so much as about the door: and He preached the word unto them.

3. And they came unto Him, bringing one sick of the palsy, who was carried by four.

4. And when they could not come nigh unto Him for the press, they uncovered the roof where He was: and when they had broken it up, they let down the bed wherein the sick of the palsy lay.

5. When Jesus saw their faith, He said unto the sick of the palsy, “Son, thy sins be forgiven thee.”

6. But there were certain of the Scribes sitting there, and reasoning in their hearts,

7. Why doth this man thus speak blasphemies? who can forgive sins but God only?

8. And immediately when Jesus perceived in His spirit that they so reasoned within themselves, He said unto them, “Why reason ye these things in your hearts?

9. Whether is it easier to say to the sick of the palsy, Thy sins be forgiven thee; or to say, Arise, and take up thy bed, and walk?

10. But that ye may know that the Son of man hath power on earth to forgive sins, (He saith to the sick of the palsy,) [p. 38]

11. I say unto thee, Arise, and take up thy bed, and go thy way into thine house.”

12. And immediately he arose, took up the bed, and went forth before them all; insomuch that they were all amazed, and glorified God, saying, “We never saw it on this fashion.”

Bede, in Marc., 1, 10: Because the compassion of God deserts not even carnal persons, He accords to them the grace of His presence, by which even they may be made spiritual. After the desert, the Lord returns into the city.

Wherefore it is said, “And again He entered into Capernaum, &c.”

Augustine, de Con. Evan., ii, 25: But Matthew writes this miracle as if it were done in the city of the Lord, whilst Mark places it in Capernaum, which would be more difficult of solution, if Matthew had also named Nazareth. But seeing that Galilee itself might be called the city of the Lord, who can doubt but that the Lord did these things in His own city, since He did them in Capernaum, a city of Galilee; particularly as Capernaum was of such importance in Galilee as to be called its metropolis?

Or else, Matthew passed by the things which were done after He came into His own city, until He came to Capernaum, and so adds on the story of the paralytic healed, subjoining, “And, behold, they presented to Him a man sick of the palsy,” after he had said that He came into His own city.

Pseudo-Chrys., Vict. Ant. e Cat. in Marc.: Or else, Matthew called Capernaum His city because He went there frequently, and there did many miracles.

It goes on: “And it was noised that He was in the house, &c.”

For the desire of hearing Him was stronger that the toil of approaching Him. After this, they introduce the paralytic, of whom Matthew and Luke speak; wherefore there follows: “And they came unto Him bearing one sick of the palsy, who was carried by four.”

Finding the door blocked up by the crowd, they could not by any means enter that way. Those who carried him, however, hoping that he could merit the grace of being healed, raising the bed with their burden, and uncovering the roof, lay him with his bed before the face of the Saviour.

And this is that which is added: “And when they could not [p. 39] lay him before Him, &c.”

There follows: “But when Jesus saw their faith, He said to the sick of the palsy, Son, thy sins be forgiven thee.”

He did not mean the faith of the sick man, but of his bearers; for it sometimes happens that a man is healed by the faith of another.

Bede: It may indeed be seen how much each person’s own faith weighs with God, when that of another had such influence that the whole man at once rose up, healed body and soul, and by one man’s merit, another should have his sins forgiven him.

Theophylact: He saw the faith of the sick man himself, since he would not have allowed himself to be carried, unless he’d had faith to be healed.

Bede: Moreover, the Lord being about to cure the man of the palsy, first loosed the chains of his sins, in order to shew that he was condemned to the loosening of his joints, because of the bonds of his sins, and could not be healed to the recovery of his limbs, unless these were first loosened.

But Christ’s wonderful humility calls this man, despised, weak, with all the joints of his limbs unstrung, a son, when the priests did not deign to touch him. Or at least, He therefore calls him a son because his sins are forgiven him.

It goes on: “But there were certain of the scribes sitting there, and reasoning in their hearts, Why doth this man speak blasphemies?”

Cyril [ed. note: Nicolai observes on this passage, Nihil tale occurrit in Cyrillo, tametsi blasphemiae ideo a Judaeis improperatae Christo meminit in Johannem, Lib. ii, e.3.]: Now they accuse Him of blasphemy, anticipating the sentence of His death: for there was a command in the Law, that whosoever blasphemed should be put to death. And this charge they laid upon Him, because He claimed for Himself the divine power of remitting sins.

Wherefore it is added, “Who can forgive sin, save God only?” For the Judge of all alone has power to forgive sin.

Bede: Who remits sin by those also to whom He has assigned the power of remitting, and therefore Christ is proved to be very God, for He is able to remit sins as God.

The Jews then are in error, who although they hold the Christ both to be God, and to be able to remit sins, do not however believe that Jesus is the Christ.

But the Arians err much more madly, who [p. 40] although overwhelmed with the words of the Evangelist, so that they cannot deny that Jesus is the Christ, and can remit sin, nevertheless fear not to deny that He is God.

But He Himself, desiring to shame the traitors both by His knowledge of things hidden and by the virtue of His works, manifests Himself to be God.

For there follows: “And immediately when Jesus perceived in His spirit that they so reasoned, He said unto them, Why reason ye these things in your hearts?”

In which He shews Himself to be God, since He can know the hidden things of the heart; and in a manner though silent He speaks thus, With the same power and majesty, by which I look upon your thoughts, I can forgive the sins of men.

Theophylact: But though their thoughts were laid bare, still they remain insensible, refusing to believe that He who knew their hearts could forgive sins, wherefore the Lord proves to them the cure of the soul by that of the body, shewing the invisible by the visible, that which is more difficult by that which is easier, although they did not look upon it as such.

For the Pharisees thought it more difficult to heal the body, as being more open to view; but the soul more easy to cure, because the cure is invisible; so that they reasoned thus, Lo, He does not now cure the body, but heals the unseen soul; if He’d had more power, He would at once have cured the body, and not have fled for refuge to the unseen world.

The Saviour, therefore, shewing that He can do both, says, “Which is easier?” as if He said, I indeed by the healing of the body, which is in reality more easy, but appears to you more difficult, will prove to you the health of the soul, which is really more difficult.

Psuedo-Chrys., Vict. Ant. e Cat. in Marc.: And because it is easier to say than to do, there was still manifestly something to say in opposition, for the work was not yet manifested.

Wherefore He subjoins, “But that ye may know, &c.” as if He said, Since ye doubt My word, I will bring on a work which will confirm what was unseen.

But He says in a marked manner, “On earth to forgive sins,” that He might shew that He has joined the power of the divinity to the human nature by an inseparable union, because although He was made man, yet He remained the Word of God; and although by an economy He conversed on the earth with men, nevertheless He was not prevented from working [p. 41] miracles and from giving remission of sins.

For His human nature did not in any thing take away from these things which essentially belonged to His Divinity, nor the Divinity hinder the Word of God from becoming on earth, according to the flesh, the Son of Man without change and in truth.

Theophylact: Again, He says, “Take up thy bed,” to prove the greater certainty of the miracle, shewing that it is not a mere illusion; and at the same time to shew that He not only healed, but gave strength; thus He not only turns away souls from sin, but gives them the power of working out the commandments.

Bede: A carnal sign therefore is given, that the spiritual sign may be proved, although it belongs to the same power to do away with the distempers of both soul and body.

Whence it follows: “And immediately he arose, took up the bed, and went forth before them all.”

Chrys.: Further, He first healed by the remission of sins that which He had come to seek, that is, a soul, so that when they faithlessly doubted, then He might bring forward a work before them, and in this way His word might be confirmed by the work, and a hidden sign be proved by an open one, that is, the health of the soul by the healing of the body.

Bede: We are also informed, that many sicknesses of body arise from sins, and therefore perhaps sins are first remitted, that the causes of sickness being taken away, health may be restored. For men are afflicted by fleshly troubles for five causes, in order to increase their merits, as Job and the Martyrs; or to preserve their lowliness, as Paul by the messenger of Satan; or that they may perceive and correct their sins, as Miriam, the sister of Moses, and this paralytic; or for the glory of God, as the man born blind and Lazarus; or as the beginnings of the pains of damnation, as Herod and Antiochus.

But wonderful is the virtue of the Divine power, where without the least interval of time, by the command of the Saviour, a speedy health accompanies His words.

Wherefore there follows: “Insomuch that they were all amazed.” Leaving the greater thing, that is, the remission of sins, they only wonder at that which is apparent, that is, the health of the body.

Theophylact: This is not however the paralytic, whose cure [p. 42] is related by John, [John 5] for he had no man with him, this one had four; he is cured in the pool of the sheep market, but this one in a house. It is the same man, however, whose cure is related by Matthew [Matt. 9] and Mark.

But mystically, Christ is still in Capernaum, in the house of consolation.

Bede: Moreover, whilst the Lord is preaching in the house, there is not room for them, not even at the door, because whilst Christ is preaching in Judaea, the Gentiles are not yet able to enter to hear Him, to whom, however, though placed without, he directed the words of His doctrine by His preachers.

Pseudo-Jerome: Again, the palsy is a type of the torpor, in which man lies slothful in the softness of the flesh, though desiring health.

Theophlyact: If therefore I, having the powers of my mind unstrung, remain, whenever I attempt any thing good without strength, as a palsied man, and if I be raised on high by the four Evangelists, and be brought to Christ, and there hear myself called son, then also are my sins quitted by me; for a man is called the son of God because he works the commandments.

Bede: Or else, because there are four virtues, by which a man is through an assured heart exalted so that he merits safety; which virtues some call prudence, fortitude, temperance and justice. Again, they desire to bring the palsied man to Christ, but they are impeded on every side by the crowd which is between them, because often the soul desires to be renewed by the medicine of Divine grace, but through the sluggishness of the grovelling body is held back by the hindrance of old custom. Oftentimes amidst the very sweetness of secret prayer, and, as it may be called, the pleasant converse with God, a crowd of thoughts, cutting off the clear vision of the mind, shuts out Christ from its sight.

Let us not then remain in the lowest ground, where the crowds are bustling, but aim at the roof of the house, that is, the sublimity of the Holy Scripture, and meditate on the law of the Lord.

Theophylact: But how should I be borne to Christ, if the roof be not opened. For the roof is the intellect, which is set above all those things which are within us; here it has much earth about it in the tiles which are made of clay, I mean, earthly things: but if these be taken away, the virtue of the intellect within [p. 43] us is freed from its load. After this let it be let down, that is, humbled. For it does not teach us to be puffed up, because our intellect has its load cleared away, but to be humbled still more.

Bede: Or else, the sick man is let down after the roof is opened, because, when the Scriptures are laid open to us we arrive at the knowledge of Christ, that is, we descend to His lowliness, by the dutifulness of faith. But by the sick man being let down with his bed, it is meant that Christ should be known by man, whilst yet in the flesh.

But by rising from the bed is meant the soul’s rousing itself from carnal desires, in which it was lying in sickness. To take up the bed is to bridle the flesh itself by the bands of continence, and to separate it from earthly pleasures, through the hope of heavenly rewards.

But to take up the bed and to go home is to return to paradise. Or else the man, now healed, who had been sick carries back home his bed, when the soul, after receiving remission of sins, returns, even though encompassed with the body, to its internal watch over itself.

Theophylact: It is necessary to take up also one’s bed, that is the body, to the working of good. For then shall we be able to arrive at contemplation, so that our thoughts should say within us, never have we seen in this way before, that is never understood as we have done since we have been cured of the palsy; for he who is cleansed from sin, sees more purely.

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sonyasongwriter · 7 years ago

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John 8:36“If the Son therefore shall make you free, ye shall be free indeed.”

Christ Jesus came to this world pre-ordained by God The Father To set the Captives be set free The only way to Our Father God is by way of the son Christ Jesus. Without Christ Jesus there can be no deliverance daily we are to ask the Lord to deliver us from self and lustful desires of this world amen

Galatians 5:17 For the flesh desires what is contrary to the Spirit, and the Spirit what is contrary to the flesh. They are in conflict with each other, so that you are not to do whatever you want.

*AFFLICTED AND ADDICTED SEVERELY*

This was me 15 YEARS AGO until one morning I woke up with the Bible on my on my bosom opened to Psalms 116 laying flat on my back my arms folded across my bible across my and feet crossed as someone had laid me in that position. (peacefully resting) My entire living room destroyed as if there had been a brawl of several ppl But in fact it of from the struggle of my self and the supernatural unseen entities that manifest this particular night. I was severely afflicted and addicted on the path to self destruction a path that was leading me directly in the mouth of hell had not the Lord answered just in the nick of time. The grip of death had taken hold of me but Lord himself apprehended the Strong man within me removing It. For it had me bound had come to take my life that night all my warnings and chances had ran out expired

*THE ENEMY BECKONING GOD TO REMOVE HEDGE OF PROTECTION* Mocking my Condition asking God for my life

I was drinking alone util the last drop as usual I found myself standing in front of the bathroom mirror I found myself holding the Bible in my left hand In my right hand I was holding a bottle of VSOP Brandy

That is when the entire atmosphere changed and things shifted instantly It went from these entities mocking and questioning God To remove hedge of protection from me turn me over to a reprobate I leaned in towards the mirror and saw 2 pure black balls eyes They where looking back at me filled with intense hatred

I was very frightened at this point I dropped the bottle and the bible That is when the physical realm around me opened up as portal And the hounds of hell where able to manifest themselves.

*THE SUPERNATURAL MANIFESTED INTO THE NATURAL*

I DID EXPERIENCE THIS AND IT IS HORRIFYING WITH ONLY A LITTLE BREATH DURING THIS DESPERATE SUPERNATURAL STRUGGLE SOMETHING OUT OF A TV MOVIE IT WAS. I WAS AWARE THAT SOMETHING WAS INSIDE OF ME UNTIL THIS NIGHT THIS DEMON WAS VERY ANGRY IT TOOK OVER MY LIMBS COMPLETELY AND MY VOICE

I HAD VERY LITTLE STRENGTH DO ANYTHING I WAS BEING TOSSED ALL AROUND LIKE A RAG DOLL . AS I TRIED TO SCREAM FOR HELP IN MY NATURAL GOD GIVEN VOICE THE VOICE OF THIS DEMOM WOULD SPEAK AND SILENCE ME I COULD FEEL A GRIP A STRONG GRIP AROUND MY THROAT CHOKING THE LIFE OUT OF ME.

I KNEW ENOUGH TO TO CALL ON THE NAME OF AND I DID AND INSTANTLY IN DESPERATION IN COMPLETE FEAR I SCREAMED OUT "JESUS HELP ME" AND INSTANTLY THE ATMOSPHERE CHANGED.

*THE LORD GOD HIMSELF REBUKED SATAN FOR ME* He Rebuked The Devour For My Sake Supernaturally Spiritual Realm, Dimensions, The Supernatural

Last thing I remember was seeing I was on my stomach like a snake moving Still being slung around all over the place multiple things going on at once During all this activity I had been trying to free myself of these entities but I could not up until the point when I called on the Name of Jesus!

A HOST OF BEINGS THAT WHERE NOT OF THIS EARTH I HAD NEVER SEEN PEOPLE THAT LOOK LIKE THIS EVER ( ANGELS ) 2 OF THEM TO BE EXACT Fierce looking body built much stronger than a human body These supernatural beings where at least 10 ft tall or more in statue (Giants) Their color was that of a pale grayish clay pale color with should length hair Why I was allowed to see this and live to tell of it I did not know then but I now know why.

I saw dragging a black figure one on each side and this thing on it's knees Attempting to resist but it could because the had it bound in chains Later on as years went by I began to study on this type of thing and the Holy Spirit revealed to me that this thing had manifest out of another dimension between the 3rd and 4th dimension.

Portals had Opened up doors that had been opened in my life Allowed for this evil spirits to take possession of my physical body Excessive Alcohol Use , Witchcraft that had been sent to me, And the absence of God in my life and Generational Curses.

You see I would have surely died that night after what seemed forever of fighting with these evil spirits for my life from being physically choked and tossed around like weightless rag doll . Tormented manifestations of all sorts until I had given up only thing I knew to do was call on the name of Jesus with all my energy and might !

You see The Lord had enough of me and my wicked filthy drinking My strong hold was not men, not money, not jealousy , not homosexuality Not Whorish ways. But rather the strong that had me bound sucking the life out of me was alcohol and the sprits attached to it low self esteem, no self worth, rejection, depression & witchcraft (please do some research on why alcohol is called "Spirits"

I WILL FOREVER BE IN THE DEBTED TO CHRIST JESUS FOR NOT ALLOWING SATAN TO REMOVE ME FROM MY FAMILY AT THE AGE OF 33 BUT RATHER UNDENIABLY ADDED YEARS TO MY LIFE THIS I KNOW WITHOUT A DROP OF DOUBT.

*WARNING TO THE MOCKERS & UNBELIEVERS* Those Who Mock The Supernatural Power Of God

MANY OF MAY BE LAUGHING RIGHT ABOUT NOW BUT THAT'S ALRIGHT I'M FREE, FREE ENOUGH TO SHARE MY TESTIMONY WITH YOU AND NOT BE ASHAMED OR CARE WHAT MANY WILL THINK INCLUDING RELIGIOUS PEOPLE WHO BELIEVE NOT IN THIS TYPE OF THING YOU SEE WHAT YOU DON'T KNOW IS THAT THE LACK OF KNOWLEDGE TO THIS TYPE OF THING IS SETTING MANY UP FOR FAILURE EVEN DEATH

MANY OF YOU ARE HOST TO THESE ENTITIES AND DON'T EVEN KNOW IT WICKED EVIL SPRITS THAT HAVE BEEN SENT BY GENERATIONAL CURSES, WITCHCRAFT , EXCESSIVE WILLFULLY SINNING JESUS HIMSELF REBUKED SATAN FOR ME INSTANTLY YES HE DID AS I SIT AND WRITE ABOUT IT TEARS FLOW FROM MY EYES STILL TODAY HE WILL DO THE SAME FOR YOU TODAY IF YOU SINCERELY CALL UPON THE NAME OF JESUS.

THE WORD OF GOD SAYS MY PEOPLE PERISH FOR THE LACK OF KNOWLEDGE, ROOT WORD OF KNOWLEDGE IS (KNOW) HOW WILL YOU KNOW IF GOD HIMSELF DOES NOT REVEAL IT TO YOU THE WISDOM OF GOD IS UNLIKE THE WISDOM OF THIS WORLD FOR IT REVEALS REVELATION AND REVELATION REVEALS ALL THING SEEN AND UNSEEN.

PROVERBS 29:18 Where there is no revelation, people cast off restraint; but blessed is the one who heeds wisdom's instruction

HOSEA 4:6 6 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.

*FINAL WARNING BEFORE DESTRUCTION* few days prior to deliverance

In my sinful state 1 week prior to the night of this horrible manifestation I heard the Voice of authority God speak to me and tell me in a clear voice I'M GOING KILL YOU IF YOU DON'T STOP DOING WHAT YOU ARE DOING "BEING A FILTHY DRUNKARD "

I WAS WARNED BY THIS VOICE IT WAS NOT THE VOICE OF SATAN FOR SATAN WANTED TO SIFT ME LIKE WHEAT AND WAS PREPARED TO FINISH ME OFF WARNING ME NO NEVER SATAN. PLEASE DON'T TRY TO PERSUADE ME THAT GOD WILL NOT SPEAK TO YOU DIRECTLY AND CLEARLY AND TELL YOU YOUR TIME IS ALMOST UP FOR I KNOW ALL TO WELL MYSELF FROM EXPERIENCE.

*DENIAL OF ALCOHOL ADDICTION THAT LEAD TO POSSESSION* Of My Physical & Mental , Mind Control A puppet of satan They Are called The Manipulated Walking Dead

LYING TO MYSELF SAYING I WAS STRESSED AND DEPRESSED EXCUSES OF A BAD MARRIAGE ONE THAT CHRIST DID NOT EXIST IN USING THOSE EXCUSES TO DRINK 24/7 EVERY DAY ALL DAY AND NIGHT I WAS ALWAYS A PERSON OF DEEP COMPASSION TOWARDS OTHERS. EVEN THOUGH I WAS A FITHLY DRUNKARD I LOVED CARED FOR PEOPLE

ABOUT 4 WEEKS BEFORE THE ONSET OF ALL THIS ACTIVITY I TOOK IN A PERSON WHO HAD AIDS AND HAD NO WHERE TO GO

NO-ONE ELSE WANTED TO CARE FOR THIS PERSON AND SHUNNED THEM MY COMPASSION ALLOWED FOR ME TO REACH OUT TO THEM

I BATHE AND SPOON FED THE PERSON THEIR HEALTH WAS FAILING SOMEHOW UNAWARE I NURSED THEM BACK TO HEALTH THEY COULD NOT EVEN LIFT A SPOON TO FEED THEIR SELF .

NOW THAT I LOOK BACK ON IT MAYBE THAT PERSON WAS TEST

CAME TO ME IN THE FORM OF HUMAN BUT WITH TEST YOU SEE I DO LOOK BACK ON IT ALL AND I DO BELIEVE TODAY IF I HAD REJECTED

THEM MAYBE GOD WOULD HAVE REJECTED ME AND NOT GIVEN ME THAT FINAL WARNING & COMPASSION FOR I COULD NOT HELP MYSELF AT ALL AS THIS PERSON COULD NOT DO FOR THEMSELVES.

WHEN I LOOK BACK I CAN HONESTLY SAY I BELIEVE BECAUSE OF MY COMPASSION TOWARDS MY FELLOWMAN (HUMANITY) THE LORD GOD HAD MERCY AND COMPASSION ON ME .

AT THE TIME I DID NOT SEE IT THAT WAY I WAS SIMPLY OVERWHELMED BY THE SUFFERING OF THIS PERSON IT WAS TO MUCH TO BARE I HAD TO DO SOMETHING I DID AND IN RETURN GOD GAVE ME A SUPERNATURAL MIRCLE WITH SUPERNATURAL BEINGS THAT CAME TO MY RESCUE

I DID THIS ACT OF KINDNESS EVEN IN MY SINFUL STATE OF MIND I WAS NOT LOOKING FOR ANY REWARD OR ANY PAY OR RECONNECTION AT ALL THIS WAS MY CHARACTER I ALWAYS WENT OUT OF MY WAY TO HELP THOSE WHO WHERE HURTING .

I NOW REALZE THAT GOD HAD TO PROVE TO SATAN WHAT TYPE OF PERSON IT WAS THAT HE HAD BOUND IN BONDAGE I WAS WONDERING WHY GOD DELIVERED ME INSTANTLY LIKE HE DID BUT NOW I KNOW. LOVE AND COMPASSION ABOVE ALL THINGS PLEASES GOD GOD IS LOVE AND LOVE IS GOD AMEN. (do not take love thy neighbor lightly or in vain amen

I WAS BEAUTIFUL ON THE OUTSIDE WELL KEPT IN APPEARANCE ETC... BUT FILTHY AND POSSESSED ON THE INSIDE LIVING WITH DEMONS LORD JESUS JUST TO THINK ABOUT IT I SHAKE MY HEAD IN TEARS IN TEARS OF JOY STILL UNTIL THIS DAY AND THIS WAS 15 YEARS AGO

You see I was messed up inside out tore up from the floor up! See what had taken over me had possessed me completely! Alcohol 24/7 Morning,Noon,Night You see God Spared me from death To 1.Many Times ! DWI headed straight on for 18 wheeler 2.Intoxicated driving the Lord took me away from the city in a direction In an open field In A Brand New vehicle going no where straight to hell !

* FINAL WARNING BEFORE DESTRUCTION* few days prior to deliverance 1 WEEK PRIOR TO THIS HORRIBLE MANIFESTATION AND GREAT DELIVERANCE I had wanted alcohol so bad one night got up out my bed in my pajamas And went to a bar there in Houston Tx Blalock Street to be exact I was only a few minutes from my home not even 2 miles from my home But Upon leaving this place which was on minutes from my home I found myself far far away from my home traveling on a dark country road Seem there had been a loss of time hours woke up In A field not recalling much except that I was safe with no harm to me not one scratch.

In this field where cow, horses, sheep other live stock I plainly remember it like it was yesterday for it is branded in my mind never to be forgotten. You see satan had a plan to make sure I was murdered in the city for he had beckoned God for my life. But the Lord let me drive and drive in a rural area In a pasture of animals is where I ended up the Lord once again intervened and allowed for me to not drive into the dangerous city limits or even be killed in a crash but allowed for me drive on a rural county road.

A road that I had never been on before an unfamiliar area Now that I look back I know that even the Lord God taken me in a entirely new direction that something was about to change. As a spiritual war is fought by spirit also must manifest in the natural Amen. We are not Mortals and not Immortals so this war has to be fought with a balance the natural and supernatural (INTERCESSION)

*FINAL WARNING BEORE DESTRUCTION * missing time or time unaccounted for

From around 3am-6am I experienced something that till this day I can't explain Missing Time In the pasture In which i have no memory from that point of what happened . I only can tell yo where I was and my surroundings and that I was eventually able to navigate my self back home at the break of dawn.

The area full of sheep and cows in a green pasture Was I afraid? No I was not Was I harmed in anyway ? No I have prayed about this event for years and some answers I have gotten some answers at this time I will not elaborate on it. But in the future if released by God to do so I will open up about it!

Just know that I was sheltered by the hand of God kept safe Prepared for deliverance which was to come 1 week and it did I do believe this night as well that I had a divine visitation One That I can't recall much about only what God wants me to know at this time.

*THE SOVEREIGN WILL OF GOD* God’s sovereign or decretive will is also called His “hidden” will It is “sovereign

Something had been done pertaining to my memory I could not remember my name for a briefly couple hours Wondering how I had gotten there in this field puzzled in dismay I started my my vehicle and just began to drive in any direction I came to a gas station I asked them what area was this

My memory began to come back I remembered my name And that I had a husband & family and I needed to get back to them I had never stayed away all night from my daughters (never)

God had warned me but I disobeyed to answer the call and he still was giving me a change to come back to my first love before he allowed for my life to be snatched from me.

This Chapter of my life I have been in prayer about over the years And some revelation has come but for the most I'm grateful For the Lord did make th me to lie down in green pastures PSALMS 23 Literally applies to my life.

All I have to say about this is that God sometimes spares of from destrucion He will examine the heart of men like only he can if he sees fit to Sometimes Many of us that should have met destruction are still here! By the Sovereign Will of God .

*THE SOVEREIGN WILL OF GOD* God’s sovereign or decretive will is also

His “hidden” will It is “sovereign

God is preeminent in power and authority. God’s sovereignty is a natural consequence of His omniscience, omnipotence, and omnipresence. What’s subject to disagreement is to what extent God applies His sovereignty—specifically, how much control He exerts over the wills of men. When we speak of the sovereignty of God, we mean He rules the universe, but then the debate begins over when and where His control is direct and when it is indirect.

God is described in the Bible as all-powerful and all-knowing (Psalm 147:5), outside of time (Exodus 3:14; Psalm 90:2), and responsible for the creation of everything (Genesis 1:1; John 1:1). These divine traits set the minimum boundary for God’s sovereign control in the universe, which is to say that nothing in the universe occurs without God’s permission. God has the power and knowledge to prevent anything He chooses to prevent, so anything that does happen must, at the very least, be “allowed” by God.

*THE HOUR OF TRUTH HAS COME*

When you are chosen and you defy God what are the consequences

I had become a stumbling block for others and standing in the way of my family members receiving salvation So Time was up for me and I knew it I could see the spirit of death that took firm hold of me. To many doors had been opened doors leading to hell and destruction they needed to be closed right away or I would have been in my grave at the age of 33 years of age!

1 week exactly after this particular event with loss of time Is when I experienced the night of Supernatural Deliverance From the most High God still drinking shaken up about not being able to account for a loss of time.

If I would have not remembered my First Love Christ Jesus And called upon him that night I know without a doubt that That I was finished the handwriting was on the wall events that had happened the prior week had shaken me to the core.

Be it Chosen or not when God gets tired of our disobedience It often causes of to live a short life cut off in our prime (premature death) untimely death.

And God does get tired for this he let it rain down fire and Brimstone On Sodom and Gomorrah God has flooded the earth of the wicked and all things saving only a few obedient Noah and his seed. Satan often comes before God as he did with Job asking God to remove The hedge of protection from around Job and God did

For God has examined Job's heart and knew that it was pure As today God is examining mans heart and God himself and only God can see the impurities within a man and the pureness of a man That is one of the reason that some of us are still here Today And the reason that some of us are not here.

*RETURNING BACK TO MY FIRST LOVE* IN THE NICK OF TIME

Actually these events put the Fear of God back within my heart and opened my eyes to things that you will not often learn in a Sunday School lesson or Bible study. But yet I know for myself that I had a visitation from the presence of Angelic beings not of this world Am I ashamed to tell it knowing that I may be ridiculed even mocked. No I'am not because I can no longer keep this to myself God has released me to speak on it no matter what man says It was not man that SuperNaturally and Instantly Rebuked the Devour of Satan upon me It was Christ Jesus that Allowed God to move on my behalf Amen I will forever be over grateful and sold out as a servant of the Most High God. ( Thank You Master Glory to you Father)

*THE WISDOM OF GOD REVEALS REVELATION* Revelation Reveals All Things & Unseen

Getting drunk a drunkard is the equivalent of a Swine is FILTHY LIKE A SWINE WADDLING IN A PIG PEN. EVER SEEN A PIG PEN ? I HAVE AS A CHILD IN THE COUNTRY AND IT IS FILTHY THE PIG JUST ROLLS AROUND IN THE MUD EATING ANYTHING EVEN HIS OWN FECES EVER IN HIS WAY. I REMEMBER THE CARE TAKER SAYING THIS IS WHAT WE FEED THEM IT IS CALLED SLOP IT IS ALL KIND OF LEFT OVER FOODS AND IT SMELLS HORRIBLY.

SLOP IS WHAT THE DRUNKARD ABSORBS INTO THIER BODIES POURING EVERY TYPE OF POSION LIQUOR INTO THEIR SYSTEM SOMETIMES EVEN GETTING ALCOHOL POISONING. GUESS WHAT PIGS DON'T EVEN HAVE PORES SO ALL THAT CRAP THEY EAT STAYS INSIDE UNTIL EXCRETED BUT HUMANS HAVE POURS SO WE ARE ABLE TO SWEAT THE ALCOHOL OFF OR EVEN VOMIT IT BACK UP.

PIGS WILL EVEN LICK UP THIER OWN VOMIT I WAS EQUIVALENT TO A FILTHY PIG GOD SHOWED ME TRYING TO HELP YOU GET A REVELATION YOU BEETER GET THIS! THE WISDOM OF GOD IS UNLIKE THE WISDOM OF THIS WORLD FOR IT REVEALS REVELATION AND REVEALS ALL THING SEEN AND UNSEEN.

*BACK TO THE SUPERNATURAL EXPERIENCE* after the final warning God said enough

This supernatural event with Angels and set date with death that I did not see for God canceled it out Amen. After seeing these angels apprehending this strong man (Demon) I was put to sleep and rested in Peace woke up with the very Bible I had been holding earlier .

The same Bible I was holding in one hand and a bottle of Alcohol in one hand This Bible ended up on my chest turned to psalms 116 never in my life had I read this particular verse before ever but when I did that morning it did not strike me like it would later for I would full understand what had happened in fullness Amen !

I know that I know that I know with every ounce of understanding within me Christ Jesus Himself Rebuked the devour of satan on my behalf. Not because I deserved it , nor because good needed me, nor because I was special but because I called on the name Jesus in all sincerity when hell and it's hounds had a grip on me a Strong Hold

*A DIVINE APPOINTMENT AT THE ALTER* Pre-ordained by a Father God himself

The Lord still working on me from the am morning hours until day break I woke up in a peaceful state of mind the Holy Bible was opened to Psalms 116 laying across my chest I removed it and read the scriptures My God I was then guided to by unction of the Holy Spirt to a small church in a county town of Jasper Texas.

I did not exactly know what was going on but I knew there was an urgency for me to get to this church a . ( URGENCY SO I OBEYED) I now know that I myself had been apprehended by the sovereign will of God . And was under the the unction of the Holy Spirt and was moving with an urgency Life or Death depended on it.

Back then I was unaware of this but today I understand that the Lord Most High God was going to complete what he had started in me. I walked in the church walked to the front pew and sat there I remember service was almost over I was right on time for my divine appoint with God at the alter for further deliverance to be completed amen. (Glory to God )

The Apostle of the church called alter call I got up went forward And so did several other people standing there wanting prayer for whatever their need was. I remember the preacher going down the line asking each individual what they needed prayer for when he got to me It began he bent down looked in my eyes shook his head and said church in now dismissed you all may leave I heard him say over he microphone ( if you are here you do not believe in the power of God then you should go

I heard him say to remove all the children from the church and to open the front doors of the Church I grabbed his hand tightly in desperation and said to him if you do not pray for me I'm going to die and I went limp and collapsed to the floor at the Alter. You see for those who don't understand let me clarify it for you God had sent Angels in the morning hours to remove the strong man that had me bound a prisoner in my own body in my own mind.

I don't think you hear God rebuked satan on my behalf yes he did removing the strongest demon from within me . But there was purging that needed to be done and with this purging out came the smaller spirits with no place to go but back to the dry places.

I see now why the Apostle asked for the front door to remain open The revelation of God reveals all things seen and unseen I keep repeating that so that you will catch on and understand what I mean I'm a living witness to the Supernatural and that is real just as real as you or me there are things seen and unseen in this world be not deceived my brothers and sisters.

Luke 11:24 When an unclean spirit comes out of a man, it passes through arid places seeking rest and does not find it. Then it says, 'I will return to the house I left.'

Matthew 12:44 Then it says, 'I will return to the house I left.' On its arrival, it finds the house vacant, swept clean and put in order.

( THE ANOINTING THE CALL OF AN APOSTLE ) THE 5 FOLD MINISTRY EVIDENCE CASTING OUT UNCLEAN SPIRITS

Apostle Kelvin Hall My beloved spiritual father whom labored and toiled over me transferring the mantle upon my life , exhausted but he never quit obedient to the call of God upon my life.

I'm forever grateful to you man of God concerning my life thank you for being obedient and continuing my deliverance @ the Alter when I collapsed from being used up by Satan surely I would have surely died the following month or days Yes death was all over me ! (God himself rebuked Satan for me) Thank you man of God For keeping the church doors open way longer than usual !

He stayed and he prayed me through rare something you don't see Pastors take the time out to do today. Thank you Lord for you obedient Apostles that do your will Father. Thank you Lord for the True Holy Ghost Fire Thank you Lord for setting me free I was a captive held prisoner I don't think you all hear me.

After 3 hours purging, demonic activity resisting to flee but they had to go because this appoint was pre-ordained before time God knew that I would call upon him in all sincerity So it was God that set a date for my deliverance

My God and he will do the same or you or your loved ones amen When the Lord God has a set Divine Appointed Time concerning your life and circumstances not a demon in hell can can control it not a one Not even legions, Generals, Captains, in satan army GLORY TO GOD AMEN .

AFTER 3 OR SO HOURS I GOT UP OFF THAT FLOOR IN THE NAME OF JESUS AND RAN AROUND THAT CHURCH LIKE I HAD WON THE LOTTERY MY GOD NOBODY HAD TO TELL ME TO RUN

I BROKE OUT LIKE A FRESH WIND MY GOD IF YOU ONLY KNEW THE BURDENS THAT HAD BEEN LIFTED THE PRESSURE THE STRONG HOLD SPIRITS THAT HAD BEEN CAST BACK TO THE DRY PLACES

BE NOT DECEIVED MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS SATAN WALKS T AND FRO IN THIS LAND SEEKING WHOM HE MAY DEVOUR!

YOU BETTER WAKE UP AND START READING THAT SCRIPTURE WITH MORE CLARITY AMEN.

*PEACE OF MIND MADE BRAND NEW physically & supernaturally *

LET ME BLOW YOUR MIND WITH THIS ON MY WAY BACK HOME THAT NIGHT AFTER A LONG DAY BEING SET FREE FEELING VERY STRANGE WEAK AND FATIGUED WHAT AN ORDEAL I NEEDED REST HOLY SPIRIT STILL RESTING HEAVILY UPON ME . I FELT LIKE A LITTLE GIRL WHO HAD NEVER LOST HER INNOCENCE A NEW PERSON MY SPIRITUAL EYES OPEN EVEN MY EYES WHERE VERY SENSITIVE TO LIGHT YOU SEE ON MY WAY BACK HOME TRAVELING 2 HOURS BACK TO MY CITY I PASSED IN AND OUT OF A DEEP TRANSE THIS WENT ON FOR THE ENTIRE RIDE HOME 2 HRS.

I WOULD WAKE THEN I WOULD PASS OUT I COULD FEEL LIKE I WAS BEING WORKED ON IN MY BODY I COULD SMELL THE STENCH OF ALCOHOL BEING RELEASED OUT OF MY PORES AS THEY OPENED AND CLOSED ! REMEMBER THE EXPLANATION OF THE COMPARISON OF A DRUNKARD IS EQUIVALENT TO A SWINE WELL LOOK AT GOD WAS DOING STILL WASN'T DONE WITH ME DETOXIFYING MY BODY A PURIFICATION WAS TAKING PLACE .

*( BEING OPERATED ON BY HEAVENLY HANDS)* THE SUPERNATURAL INTERNAL HEALING

AS THIS WAS HAPPENING IT MUST HAVE BEEN PAINFUL I SAY IT IN THAT MANNER BECAUSE I PASS OUT FOR 10 MINUTES OR SO THEN I WAKE UP DROWSY LIKE I HAD BEEN UNDER ANESTHESIA THIS HAPPENED ALL THE WAY BACK TO HOUSTON TEXAS

AND INBETWEEN BEING GENTLY BE PUT INTO A TRANS LIKE STATE I COULD HEAR THE MOST BEAUTIFUL MUSIC I HAVE EVER HEARD IN MY MY ENTIRE LIFE MY GOD THE SOUNDS I HEARD SOUNDED LIKE A SYMPHONY OF ANGELS SINGING SO HIGH PITCHED NEVER IN THIS LIFETIME HAVE I HEARD ANYTHING THAT COMES CLOSE OR EVEN COMPARES TO IT

Listen to these sounds the very last pitch on the video and magnify it to the loudest MHz you can imagine earthly glass shattering in the natural it would be multiply it by many voices. That makes a perfect melody this is what i heard in my left ear only ! After this happened I had the ability to write music and songs. Something that i did not do at all before I heard this symphony of heaven that’s what I call it because it was just that !

https://youtu.be/4Tno4L-6vP4

I KNOW NOW TODAY THE VOICES THAT I HEARD WAS NONE OTHER THAN THE HEAVENLY SYMPHONY OF GOD REJOICING REJOICING FOR MY SOUL HAD BEEN SET FREE THIS DAY MY GOD IF YOU ONLY KNEW THAT CHOIRS OF HEAVEN ARE REAL AND THEY SING PRAISES TO THE MOST HIGH GOD AND THEY DO REJOICE WHEN A SOUL HAS BEEN SET FREE FROM CAPTIVITY AND THE OPPRESSION A STRONG HOLD AMEN!

THE LAST THING I REMEMBER I SAID SHALOM IN A SOFT WEAK VOICE A WORD I HAD NOT EVER HEARD OF UNTIL THAT DAY THEN I RESTED PEACEFULLY IT WAS DONE A FEW MONTHS LATER I LOOKED THE WORD UP AS I WAS ONLINE ATTEMPTING TO RESEARCH THESE EVENTS THAT HAD HAPPENED TO ME ONLY TO LOOK THE WORD UP AND TO FIND OUT IT MEANS

(SHALOM, REST AND PEACE ) JESUS CAME TO SET THE CAPTIVES FREE

Shalom (Hebrew: שָׁלוֹם‬ shalom; also spelled as sholom, sholem, sholoim, shulem) is a Hebrew word meaning peace, harmony, wholeness, completeness, prosperity, welfare and tranquility and can be used idiomatically to mean both hello and goodbye.[1][2][3]

As it does in English, it can refer to either peace between two entities (especially between man and God or between two countries), or to the well-being, welfare or safety of an individual or a group of individuals.

MY FAMILY WATCHED OVER ME NOT KNOWING GOD WAS FINISHING WHAT HE STARTED MY DELIVERANCE TRUE DELIVERANCE SOMETHING GOD DID IN 4 HOURS AT THE ALTER SOMETHING AAA MEETINGS COULD HAVE NEVER DONE FOR ME. GOD THANK YOU JESUS IF I COULD ONLY TELL IT ALL HOW WORTHY AND MAGNIFICENT YOU ARE LORD A Strong Man (strong hold ) There is nothing The Blood of Jesus cant't break (Generational Curses The very root of it The Blood of Jesus Will Will Up root Curse it to die and wither up yes he will ! Deliverance is real strongholds are real generational curses are real and they will not be broken until You cry out and call Name of Jesus denounce and follow the instructions of God concerning this it.

*( SINCERITY AND REPENTANCE TO GOD)*

In Desperation for life and death for real not all this faking and shaking' see that will get you hurt or killed by these dark forces ! Instantly the Lord Rebuked the Witchcraft that had been sent to destroy me In the prime of my life very satanic powers that tried to take me out So I could not be here to tell you this Testimony Today! UPROOTED AND DRUG BACK TO DRY PLACES ! Am I ashamed to tell it NO! I'M NOT! I'm free set free by the Blood of Jesus Play time is over Satan is here to kill anyone he can and will because our disobedience to the call of God

IT NOT ABOUT YOU OR ME IT'S ALL ABOUT GOD People of God It is the Anointing over your life the enemy is after he does not want it to come fourth ! BUT IT'S NOT ABOUT THE ANOINTING HEAR ME WELL IT'S ABOUT OBEDIENCE AND HUMILITY TO GOD

Because he knows you will be a major hitter against his kingdom of darkness he knows that you will be one to be obedient and go where God sends you AND TO WHOM HE SEND YOU . AND YOU WILL DO IT IN OBEDIENCE AND LOVE MOST OF ALL AMEN! BOLD ENOUGH TO CORRECT BUT IN LOVE SET APART AND SOLD OUT FOR CHRIST JESUS AMEN! You will the one as David to take on Goliath in whatever form that serpent comes in you will be ready to slay it A intercessor to do battle in Heavenly HIGH PLACES IN USEEN REALMS AND Dimensions AMEN.

*RETURNING BACK TO MY FIRST LOVE*' FROM WHENCE I HAD I STRAYED , FALLEN FROM REBELLION TO OBEDIENCE

To further Confirm my deliverance and my healing about 2 days after everything had settled down and i was back home shaken up in disbelief somewhat but I knew i had to remain in a quiet place and think of all that had taken place .

So for 7 days I was weak my bones weak I could not walk without trembling was like a new baby beginning to walk feeling tired. It was my appointed time of rest from all the ware and tear that I had put on my body over the years.

Like i said to confirm what had taken place and 5 year old little girl walked up to me and said do you see the Angels they are sewing up your liver they gave you a new one!!!! At this moment i was speechless and in shock in spite of all I had seen prior to this. How could a child walk up to me without me saying a word to her and speak these words to me ( i asked the child who told you that and what do you know about a liver she smiled and said I just know I see it you can’t see them they just finished .

I trembled with the fear of God since that day a reverence (respect I knew I had been made brand new without a doubt in my mind I knew this I have no desires to drink nor indulge with the wicked nor do I envy the wicked but rather SOLD OUT FOR CHRIST JESUS

As A Heavenly Angelic Host Invisible to the Natural Eye go before you You see I got saved at age of 10 experienced the Holy Ghost God marked me for such a time as this Like he had marked many of you And there comes a time when God comes to collect he gets tired of the playing fed up with the filthy lifestyles

And don't you think for one second that God is not a wrathful for destroyed the inhabitants of earth numerous times for DISOBEDIENCE YES HE DID AND HE IS STILL THE SAME GOD AND HE CHANGES NOT MERCY AND GRACE YES BUT GOD JUDGES ALL SIN

EVEN HARDER ON THOSE WHO KNOW RIGHT FROM WRONG THOSE WHO HAVE FALLEN FROM THEIR FIRST LOVE JUST AS SATAN HAS FELL FROM HIS FIRST ESTATE CORRUPTING EARTH GOD BELOVED CREATION HUMANITY YOU AND I THE ONES HE MADE IN HIS OWN IMAGE

But don't think the Lord does not get fed up with us because he does ! Thinking we can go on playing games and playing saved playing with the HolyGhost less you will be turned over to a REPROBATED MIND

No people of God Time to call on Jesus People he can Deliver you for real not this play thing that's going on see many of you are going to church full of demons and going back home full of demons .

All in your home all in your children and their children generation to generation you are traditional and you stand for wrong because God has not truly cleaned you saved but no evidence of the Holy Ghost don't even know what the Holy Ghost is and been in church 30 years .

No respect of Fear or Reverence for the Lord Most High God Just comfortably living with Lucifer walking side by side with you're co -existing with him and most of you are fine with it pray for deliverance so that you can pray for your children and their children and get a prayer through to God for salvation is crucial in this hour souls are important.

You see this war is for souls did you not know that every man or woman That hears God voice but answers not to the call and rejects God ' That man or woman is in danger for each man hold another man path to salvation within him .

We are either obedient to the call Many are called Chosen are Few or we simply deny the call of God therefore becoming a stumbling block for others around us Those in our paths those that we are suppose to reach but rather we we stand a the door of Hells fire for being the reason that people around us are not getting saved.

You better hear me and understand this is not a game of checkers this is Chess and God is playing for keeps so is satan because he knows his destiny and divine appointment with Hell

It is not about us It is about the KINGDOM OF GOD HEAVEN WHICH IS TO COME ALL ABOUT SAVING MEN SOULS FROM THIS SPIRITUAL WAR THAT WE ARE IN. HOW WILL GOD BE EVER ABLE TO SHOW YOU THINGS IN OTHER DIMENSIONS WHEN HE CAN'T EVEN SHOW YOU YOUR ERROR IN THIS EARTHLY REALM

YES WE ALL FALL SHORT AND DISOBEDIENCE COMES IN BUT WE ARE NOT TO REMAIN IN SIN WADDLING LIKE A PIG IN A PIG PEN FULL OF MUD. Without Deliverance we can't do anything effectively Lord wake us up from this deep slumber and sleep !

FATHER GOD IN JESUS NAME TO THOSE THAT ARE READING THIS AND THE MAY BE LOST RIGHT NOW FATHER MAY NOT KNOW YOU MAY BE ADDICTED TO ALCOHOL OR DRUG ABUSE OR ANY STRONG HOLD THAT HAS A GRIP UPON THEIR LIFE DELIVER THOSE THAT ARE TRULY SEEKING YOU FATHER THOSE THAT CALL ON YOUR NAME INTERVENE LORD YOU REBUKE THE DEVOUR OF ENEMY FOR THEM FATHER THAT THEY MAY BE DELIVERED FROM A STATE OF CONFUSION NO LONGER A MANIPULATED DEAD BUT AWAKE WITHIN THEM FLOWING LIVING WATERS FATHER IN CHRIST JESUS NAME AMEN!

WE ARE NOT IN A WAR AGAINST MEN BUT RATHER THE EVIL SPIRITS THAT ARE WORKING THROUGH PEOPLE THIS IS MY TESTIMONY HOPE IT HELPED SOMEONE ALL EVENTS I HAVE STATED TO YOU ARE TRUE (TRUE EVENTS ) THERE WHERE WITNESSES TO IN MY HOME WHO SAW THESE THINGS THERE WHERE WITNESSES INT HE CHURCH AS WELL WHY THIS IS THE PATH THAT MY LIFE TOOK I QUESTION NOT ALL I KNOW IS THIS AND I KNOW IT WITHOUT A SHADOW OF A DOUBT

John 8:36 “If the Son therefore shall make you free, ye shall be free indeed.”

SO IT’S OK IF YOU LOOK AT ME DIFFERENT READING THIS BLOG. MANY SOULS ARE IN BONDAGE AND CAPTIVITY AND ARE IN NEED TO BE SET FREE AMEN. JESUS CAME TO SEPARATE WITH A SWORD OF RIGHTEOUSNESS HE DID NOT COME TO BRING TOGETHER BUT RIGHTFULLY DIVIDE AMEN.

Matthew 10:34 King James Version (KJV)34 Think not that I am come to send peace on earth: I came not to send peace, but a sword.

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Prophets and Kings, pp.75-86: Chapter (5) Solomon's Repentance

Twice during Solomon's reign the Lord had appeared to him with words of approval and counsel—in the night vision at Gibeon, when the promise of wisdom, riches, and honor was accompanied by an admonition to remain humble and obedient; and after the dedication of the temple, when once more the Lord exhorted him to faithfulness. Plain were the admonitions, wonderful the promises, given to Solomon; yet of him who in circumstances, in character, and in life seemed abundantly fitted to heed the charge and meet the expectation of Heaven, it is recorded: “He kept not that which the Lord commanded.” “His heart was turned from the Lord God of Israel, which had appeared unto him twice, and had commanded him concerning this thing, that he should not go after other gods.” 1 Kings 11:9, 10. And so complete was his apostasy, so hardened his heart in transgression, that his case seemed well-nigh hopeless.

From the joy of divine communion, Solomon turned to find satisfaction in the pleasures of sense. Of this experience he says:

“I made me great works; I builded me houses; I planted me vineyards: I made me gardens and orchards: ... I got me servants and maidens: ... I gathered me also silver and gold, and the peculiar treasure of kings and of the provinces: I gat me men singers and women singers, and the delights of the sons of men, as musical instruments, and that of all sorts. So I was great, and increased more than all that were before me in Jerusalem....

“And whatsoever mine eyes desired I kept not from them, I withheld not my heart from any joy; for my heart rejoiced in all my labor.... Then I looked on all the works that my hands had wrought, and on the labor that I had labored to do: and, behold, all was vanity and vexation of spirit, and there was no profit under the sun.

“And I turned myself to behold wisdom, and madness, and folly: for what can the man do that cometh after the king? even that which hath been already done.... I hated life.... Yea, I hated all my labor which I had taken under the sun.” Ecclesiastes 2:4-18.

By his own bitter experience, Solomon learned the emptiness of a life that seeks in earthly things its highest good. He erected altars to heathen gods, only to learn how vain is their promise of rest to the spirit. Gloomy and soul-harassing thoughts troubled him night and day. For him there was no longer any joy of life or peace of mind, and the future was dark with despair.

Yet the Lord forsook him not. By messages of reproof and by severe judgments, He sought to arouse the king to a realization of the sinfulness of his course. He removed His protecting care and permitted adversaries to harass and weaken the kingdom. “The Lord stirred up an adversary unto Solomon, Hadad the Edomite.... And God stirred him up another adversary, Rezon, ... captain over a band,” who “abhorred Israel, and reigned over Syria. And Jeroboam, ... Solomon's servant,” “a mighty man of valor,” “even he lifted up his hand against the king.” 1 Kings 11:14-28.

At last the Lord, through a prophet, delivered to Solomon the startling message: “Forasmuch as this is done of thee, and thou hast not kept My covenant and My statutes, which I have commanded thee, I will surely rend the kingdom from thee, and will give it to thy servant. Notwithstanding in thy days I will not do it for David thy father's sake: but I will rend it out of the hand of thy son.” Verses 11, 12.

Awakened as from a dream by this sentence of judgment pronounced against him and his house, Solomon with quickened conscience began to see his folly in its true light. Chastened in spirit, with mind and body enfeebled, he turned wearied and thirsting from earth's broken cisterns, to drink once more at the fountain of life. For him at last the discipline of suffering had accomplished its work. Long had he been harassed by the fear of utter ruin because of inability to turn from folly; but now he discerned in the message given him a ray of hope. God had not utterly cut him off, but stood ready to deliver him from a bondage more cruel than the grave, and from which he had had no power to free himself.

In gratitude Solomon acknowledged the power and the loving-kindness of the One who is “higher than the highest” (Ecclesiastes 5:8); in penitence he began to retrace his steps toward the exalted plane of purity and holiness from whence he had fallen so far. He could never hope to escape the blasting results of sin, he could never free his mind from all remembrance of the self-indulgent course he had been pursuing, but he would endeavor earnestly to dissuade others from following after folly. He would humbly confess the error of his ways and lift his voice in warning lest others be lost irretrievably because of the influences for evil he had been setting in operation.

The true penitent does not put his past sins from his remembrance. He does not, as soon as he has obtained peace, grow unconcerned in regard to the mistakes he has made. He thinks of those who have been led into evil by his course, and tries in every possible way to lead them back into the true path. The clearer the light that he has entered into, the stronger is his desire to set the feet of others in the right way. He does not gloss over his wayward course, making his wrong a light thing, but lifts the danger signal, that others may take warning.

Solomon acknowledged that “the heart of the sons of men is full of evil, and madness is in their heart.” Ecclesiastes 9:3. And again he declared, “Because sentence against an evil work is not executed speedily, therefore the heart of the sons of men is fully set in them to do evil. Though a sinner do evil an hundred times, and his days be prolonged, yet surely I know that it shall be well with them that fear God, which fear before Him: but it shall not be well with the wicked, neither shall he prolong his days, which are as a shadow; because he feareth not before God.” Ecclesiastes 8:11-13.

By the spirit of inspiration the king recorded for after generations the history of his wasted years with their lessons of warning. And thus, although the seed of his sowing was reaped by his people in harvests of evil, his life-work was not wholly lost. With meekness and lowliness Solomon in his later years “taught the people knowledge; yea, he gave good heed, and sought out, and set in order many proverbs.” He “sought to find out acceptable words: and that which was written was upright, even words of truth.” “The words of the wise are as goads, and as nails fastened by the masters of assemblies, which are given from one shepherd. And further, by these, my son, be admonished.” Ecclesiastes 12:9-12.

“Let us hear the conclusion of the whole matter,” he wrote: “Fear God, and keep His commandments: for this is the whole duty of man. For God shall bring every work into judgment, with every secret thing, whether it be good, or whether it be evil.” Verses 13, 14.

Solomon's later writings reveal that as he realized more and still more the wickedness of his course, he gave special attention to warning the youth against falling into the errors that had led him to squander for nought Heaven's choicest gifts. With sorrow and shame he confessed that in the prime of manhood, when he should have found God his comfort, his support, his life, he turned from the light of Heaven and the wisdom of God, and put idolatry in the place of the worship of Jehovah. And now, having learned through sad experience the folly of such a life, his yearning desire was to save others from entering into the bitter experience through which he had passed.

With touching pathos he wrote concerning the privileges and responsibilities before the youth in God's service:

“Truly the light is sweet, and a pleasant thing it is for the eyes to behold the sun: but if a man live many years, and rejoice in them all; yet let him remember the days of darkness; for they shall be many. All that cometh is vanity. Rejoice, O young man, in thy youth; and let thy heart cheer thee in the days of thy youth, and walk in the ways of thine heart, and in the sight of thine eyes: but know thou, that for all these things God will bring thee into judgment. Therefore remove sorrow from thy heart, and put away evil from thy flesh: for childhood and youth are vanity.” Ecclesiastes 11:7-10.

“Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth, While the evil days come not, Nor the years draw nigh, When thou shalt say, I have no pleasure in them;

“While the sun, Or the light, Or the moon, Or the stars, Be not darkened, Nor the clouds return after the rain:

“In the day when the keepers of the house shall tremble, And the strong men shall bow themselves, And the grinders cease because they are few, And those that look out of the windows be darkened, And the doors shall be shut in the streets,

“When the sound of the grinding is low, And he shall rise up at the voice of the bird, And all the daughters of music shall be brought low;

“Also when they shall be afraid of that which is high, And fears shall be in the way,

“And the almond tree shall flourish, And the grasshopper shall be a burden, And desire shall fail:

“Because man goeth to his long home, And the mourners go about the streets:

“Or ever the silver cord be loosed, Or the golden bowl be broken, Or the pitcher be broken at the fountain, Or the wheel broken at the cistern. “Then shall the dust return to the earth As it was: And the spirit shall return unto God Who gave it.”Ecclesiastes 12:1-7.

Not only to the youth, but to those of mature years, and to those who are descending the hill of life and facing the western sun, the life of Solomon is full of warning. We see and hear of unsteadiness in youth, the young wavering between right and wrong, and the current of evil passions proving too strong for them. In those of maturer years, we do not look for this unsteadiness and unfaithfulness; we expect the character to be established, the principles firmly rooted. But this is not always so. When Solomon should have been in character as a sturdy oak, he fell from his steadfastness under the power of temptation. When his strength should have been the firmest, he was found to be the weakest.

From such examples we should learn that in watchfulness and prayer is the only safety for both young and old. Security does not lie in exalted position and great privileges. One may for many years have enjoyed a genuine Christian experience, but he is still exposed to Satan's attacks. In the battle with inward sin and outward temptation, even the wise and powerful Solomon was vanquished. His failure teaches us that, whatever a man's intellectual qualities may be, and however faithfully he may have served God in the past, he can never with safety trust in his own wisdom and integrity.

In every generation and in every land the true foundation and pattern for character building have been the same. The divine law, “Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, ... and thy neighbor as thyself,” the great principle made manifest in the character and life of our Saviour, is the only secure foundation, the only sure guide. Luke 10:27. “Wisdom and knowledge shall be the stability of thy times, and strength of salvation,” the wisdom and knowledge which God's word alone can impart. Isaiah 33:6.

It is as true now as when the words were spoken to Israel of obedience to His commandments: “This is your wisdom and your understanding in the sight of the nations.” Deuteronomy 4:6. Here is the only safeguard for individual integrity, for the purity of the home, the well-being of society, or the stability of the nation. Amidst all life's perplexities and dangers and conflicting claims, the one safe and sure rule is to do what God says. “The statutes of the Lord are right,” and “he that doeth these things shall never be moved.”Psalm 19:8; 15:5.

Those who heed the warning of Solomon's apostasy will shun the first approach of those sins that overcame him. Only obedience to the requirements of Heaven will keep man from apostasy. God has bestowed upon man great light and many blessings; but unless this light and these blessings are accepted, they are no security against disobedience and apostasy. When those whom God has exalted to positions of high trust turn from Him to human wisdom, their light becomes darkness. Their entrusted capabilities become a snare.

Till the conflict is ended, there will be those who will depart from God. Satan will so shape circumstances that unless we are kept by divine power, they will almost imperceptibly weaken the fortifications of the soul. We need to inquire at every step, “Is this the way of the Lord?” So long as life shall last, there will be need of guarding the affections and the passions with a firm purpose. Not one moment can we be secure except as we rely upon God, the life hidden with Christ. Watchfulness and prayer are the safeguards of purity.

All who enter the City of God will enter through the strait gate—by agonizing effort; for “there shall in no wise enter into it anything that defileth.” Revelation 21:27. But none who have fallen need give up to despair. Aged men, once honored of God, may have defiled their souls, sacrificing virtue on the altar of lust; but if they repent, forsake sin, and turn to God, there is still hope for them. He who declares, “Be thou faithful unto death, and I will give thee a crown of life,” also gives the invitation, “Let the wicked forsake his way, and the unrighteous man his thoughts: and let him return unto the Lord, and He will have mercy upon him; and to our God, for He will abundantly pardon.” Revelation 2:10; Isaiah 55:7. God hates sin, but He loves the sinner. “I will heal their backsliding,” He declares; “I will love them freely.” Hosea 14:4.

Solomon's repentance was sincere; but the harm that his example of evil-doing had wrought could not be undone. During his apostasy there were in the kingdom men who remained true to their trust, maintaining their purity and loyalty. But many were led astray; and the forces of evil set in operation by the introduction of idolatry and worldly practices could not easily be stayed by the penitent king. His influence for good was greatly weakened. Many hesitated to place full confidence in his leadership. Though the king confessed his sin and wrote out for the benefit of after generations a record of his folly and repentance, he could never hope entirely to destroy the baleful influence of his wrong deeds. Emboldened by his apostasy, many continued to do evil, and evil only. And in the downward course of many of the rulers who followed him may be traced the sad influence of the prostitution of his God-given powers.

In the anguish of bitter reflection on the evil of his course, Solomon was constrained to declare, “Wisdom is better than weapons of war: but one sinner destroyeth much good.” “There is an evil which I have seen under the sun, as an error which proceedeth from the ruler: folly is set in great dignity.”

“Dead flies cause the ointment of the apothecary to send forth a stinking savor: so doth a little folly him that is in reputation for wisdom and honor.” Ecclesiastes 9:18; 10:5, 6, 1.

Among the many lessons taught by Solomon's life, none is more strongly emphasized than the power of influence for good or for ill. However contracted may be our sphere, we still exert an influence for weal or woe. Beyond our knowledge or control, it tells upon others in blessing or cursing. It may be heavy with the gloom of discontent and selfishness, or poisonous with the deadly taint of some cherished sin; or it may be charged with the life-giving power of faith, courage, and hope, and sweet with the fragrance of love. But potent for good or for ill it will surely be.

That our influence should be a savor of death unto death is a fearful thought, yet it is possible. One soul misled, forfeiting eternal bliss—who can estimate the loss! And yet one rash act, one thoughtless word, on our part may exert so deep an influence on the life of another that it will prove the ruin of his soul. One blemish on the character may turn many away from Christ.

As the seed sown produces a harvest, and this in turn is sown, the harvest is multiplied. In our relation to others, this law holds true. Every act, every word, is a seed that will bear fruit. Every deed of thoughtful kindness, of obedience, of self-denial, will reproduce itself in others, and through them in still others. So every act of envy, malice, or dissension is a seed that will spring up in a “root of bitterness” whereby many shall be defiled. Hebrews 12:15. And how much larger number will the “many” poison! Thus the sowing of good and evil goes on for time and for eternity.

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Act 04, Scene 01 - 01 - Leonato

From: Much Ado About Nothing, by William Shakespeare

Genre: Comedy

Topic: Regret

Character: Male

Wherefore! Why, doth not every earthly thing Cry shame upon her? Could she here deny The story that is printed in her blood? Do not live, Hero; do not ope thine eyes: For, did I think thou wouldst not quickly die, Thought I thy spirits were stronger than thy shames, Myself would, on the rearward of reproaches, Strike at thy life. Grieved I, I had but one? Chid I for that at frugal nature's frame? O, one too much by thee! Why had I one? Why ever wast thou lovely in my eyes? Why had I not with charitable hand Took up a beggar's issue at my gates, Who smirch'd thus and mired with infamy, I might have said 'No part of it is mine; This shame derives itself from unknown loins'? But mine and mine I loved and mine I praised And mine that I was proud on, mine so much That I myself was to myself not mine, Valuing of her,--why, she, O, she is fallen Into a pit of ink, that the wide sea Hath drops too few to wash her clean again And salt too little which may season give To her foul-tainted flesh!

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11:14 ¶ And he was casting out a devil, and it was dumb. And it came to pass, when the devil was gone out, the dumb spake; and the people wondered. 15 But some of them said, He casteth out devils through Beelzebub the chief of the devils. 16 And others, tempting him, sought of him a sign from heaven. 17 But he, knowing their thoughts, said unto them, Every kingdom divided against itself is brought to desolation; and a house divided against a house falleth. 18 If Satan also be divided against himself, how shall his kingdom stand? because ye say that I cast out devils through Beelzebub. 19 And if I by Beelzebub cast out devils, by whom do your sons cast them out? therefore shall they be your judges. 20 But if I with the finger of God cast out devils, no doubt the kingdom of God is come upon you. 21 When a strong man armed keepeth his palace, his goods are in peace: 22 But when a stronger than he shall come upon him, and overcome him, he taketh from him all his armour wherein he trusted, and divideth his spoils. 23 He that is not with me is against me: and he that gathereth not with me scattereth. 24 When the unclean spirit is gone out of a man, he walketh through dry places, seeking rest; and finding none, he saith, I will return unto my house whence I came out. 25 And when he cometh, he findeth it swept and garnished. 26 Then goeth he, and taketh to him seven other spirits more wicked than himself; and they enter in, and dwell there: and the last state of that man is worse than the first.

Dumb is the old term for not being able to speak. God told Moses in Exodus;

Exodus 4:11 And the LORD said unto him, Who hath made man’s mouth? or who maketh the dumb, or deaf, or the seeing, or the blind? have not I the LORD?

In this instance the inability to speak was caused by a devil which God permitted to do its evil business for the purpose of showing His power. Some of those who witnessed this driving out of the devil said that Jesus drove it out by the power of Beelzebub the chief of devils. This is the Aramaic language version of Baalzebub, the lord of the flies, from the Old Testament. Beelzebub means, according to Strong’s dictionary, “the lord of the house.” It is another name for Satan and, interestingly enough, the “lord of the house” is also the title of the Arabian moon god, Hubal, who has come down to the world with another name which may simply mean ‘the one worshipped’.

Jesus tells us in this that Satan has a kingdom obviously consisting of devils and unclean spirits and yet the book of Job and comparing 1Chronicles 21:1 and 2Samuel 24:1 shows us that Satan cannot go beyond what God allows. We have Paul’s testimony, as well;

Ephesians 6:12 For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.

Satan’s kingdom is united in one purpose, the torment and destruction of mankind and the resisting of God’s plan of redeeming humanity or as much of it as will and reconciling them to Himself, to whom salvation has been given. Satan is the god of this world;

2Corinthians 4:4 In whom the god of this world hath blinded the minds of them which believe not, lest the light of the glorious gospel of Christ, who is the image of God, should shine unto them.

It is he who rules the kingdoms and nations of this world.

Daniel 4:17 This matter is by the decree of the watchers, and the demand by the word of the holy ones: to the intent that the living may know that the most High ruleth in the kingdom of men, and giveth it to whomsoever he will, and setteth up over it the basest of men.

Luke 4:5 And the devil, taking him up into an high mountain, shewed unto him all the kingdoms of the world in a moment of time.6 And the devil said unto him, All this power will I give thee, and the glory of them: for that is delivered unto me; and to whomsoever I will I give it. 7 If thou therefore wilt worship me, all shall be thine. 8 And Jesus answered and said unto him, Get thee behind me, Satan: for it is written, Thou shalt worship the Lord thy God, and him only shalt thou serve.

And all of the glory, glory, hallelujahing and god bless Americas will not change that. But, in the end of history something profound and earth-shaking will happen.

Revelation 11:15 And the seventh angel sounded; and there were great voices in heaven, saying, The kingdoms of this world are become the kingdoms of our Lord, and of his Christ; and he shall reign for ever and ever.

In verse 20 Jesus uses the phrase the finger of God. Notice its use in Exodus 8:19 and 31:18 referring to a direct act of God. I believe this is a metaphor so do not imagine a disembodied finger flying around. Also see,

Psalm 8:3 When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained;

The Kingdom of God is evident and revealed in Jesus’ work on the earth. It is present now in the work of the Holy Ghost in believing humanity. Christ has overpowered the strong man of the parable, Satan, and taken his goods, human beings. Like a thief in the night Christ will return to take that which Satan has claimed for a long time. See 1Thessalonians 5:2 and 2Peter 3:10. We are Satan’s goods until we trust Christ.

Verse 23 underscores the exclusiveness of the calling of Christ. There is no other way.

John 14:6 Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.

Acts 4:12 Neither is there salvation in any other: for there is none other name under heaven given among men, whereby we must be saved.

While the context is false Jewish teachers unknowingly working for Satan in Jesus' time verse 23 shows that there are those false teachers and preachers in every age who deceive people and do more harm than good. You can find warnings about them in many places like 2Peter 2 and 2Corinthians 11:13-15 among others.

Verses 24-26 show that with regard to evil spirits, those disembodied, incorporeal minds that can plague and infect people, how a false conversion can lead to a worse state of spiritual existence than the person was in before they were “saved” by a 1-2-3-repeat-after-me prayer in a so-called revival meeting. I suspect there are many of those situations in fundamentalist Christianity in America. Jesus also spoke of shallow “conversions” and empty faith in the parable of the sower in Mark, chapter 4.

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My English teacher left me very confused when learning about Romeo and Juliet. He said that it wasn't a love story because they didn't love each other; Juliet just basically used Romeo, but I don't know what to think. Can you please explain to me if it's a love story, tragedy, or both?

Did your teacher say that Juliet used Romeo? How rude.

The first thing we have to remember is that the feud is the exponent of an unhealthy ideology that promotes violence, hatred, prejudice, and brutal misogyny. Don’t ever forget the world they lived in. Romeo and Juliet are not normal teenagers living in a normal world and making stupid decisions. They are children whose mental health ends up destroyed by the ideals of their families. I just won’t stand anyone who refers to them as ‘dumb’ because it’s a very insulting way of dismissing the destructiveness of social oppression and abuse. It’s so evident that their families caused their deaths that at the end of the play nobody has the guts to blame them for their own deaths and dismiss their emotions as shallow or dishonest. What they have done is too monstrous for them to deny. When both patriarchs find the young lovers dead together in the crypt they see the wrong in their actions and take responsibility for it. They know they killed their children. It was not teenage folly that ruined Romeo and Juliet. It was a sick society that glorified violence and prejudice.

Perhaps your male teacher is annoyed by the fact that Juliet hardly fits in the role of a sixteenth-century obedient wife who goes along with whatever her husband has to say. On the contrary, Juliet has a voice of her own. It is evident from the first conversation between the lovers that she has a very particular, specific way of thinking, and which doesn’t necessarily match that of Romeo. For instance, she gently mocks his stereotyped courtship when she says “you kiss by the book.” I would say she is a far better poet than him—he actually learns from her. Think about the way she corrects him when he tries to swear his love by the moon. She literally rationalizes everything. Romeo needs to get on her level. Later on, he will ask her to “sweeten with thy breath / This neighbour air, and let rich music’s tongue / Unfold the imagined happiness that both / Receive in either by this dear encounter,” to which Juliet answers that “conceit, more rich in matter than in words, / Brags of his substance, not of ornament”. You see, she doesn’t always agree with him, and she presents her own points of view resolutely. She is the one to give lessons.

Moreover, she is capable of turning against Romeo. Look at her reaction to Tybalt’s death:

O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face!Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave?Beautiful tyrant! Fiend angelical!Dove-feather’d raven! Wolvish-ravening lamb!Despised substance of divinest show!Just opposite to what thou justly seem'st,A damned saint, an honourable villain!O nature, what hadst thou to do in hell,When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiendIn moral paradise of such sweet flesh?Was ever book containing such vile matterSo fairly bound? O that deceit should dwellIn such a gorgeous palace!

She only truly decides to stand up for him when she decides that it was most likely Tybalt who started the fight. So she has a very clear perception of judgment that she uses all the time, even when it doesn’t benefit Romeo. He recognizes her independence and doesn’t expect her to behave in a way she doesn’t agree with just because it would do him good. When he is banished, he anxiously asks about her well-being, aware that he may have lost her sympathy for good:

Spakest thou of Juliet? How is it with her?Doth she not think me an old murderer,Now I have stain’d the childhood of our joyWith blood removed but little from her own?Where is she? And how doth she? And what saysMy conceal’d lady to our cancell’d love?

Juliet is a really complex character who doesn’t need to adopt anyone’s posture because she has thoughts and ideas of her own. She has personality. Look at her words. Her courage is limitless:

O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,From off the battlements of yonder tower;Or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurkWhere serpents are; chain me with roaring bears;Or shut me nightly in a charnel-house,O'er-cover’d quite with dead men’s rattling bones,With reeky shanks and yellow chapless skulls;Or bid me go into a new-made graveAnd hide me with a dead man in his shroud.

She doesn’t mind breaking any rules that may prevent her from getting what she wants. And she breaks them simply because she wants to. For instance, living in a world where names, honor, and dynasty do indeed determine people’s lives, she claims that what makes Romeo valuable has nothing to do with his surname. “What’s Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot, / Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part / Belonging to a man.” Tell her that her Romeo is not free from social constructs. She’ll fight you. And where does she get all these ideas from? She gets them from herself.There’s this delicious youth about her, this restless euphoria, this passionate determination, this unstoppable fierceness, this need to experience life freely. Juliet is too alive to stay quietly in the shadows. She has fallen in love with liberty so deeply that once her only chance to achieve freedom dies, she inevitably, tragically, dies as well. In my opinion, she is the most intelligent character in the play. She has some of the deepest and most revolutionary speeches. She makes what is to me the hardest and scariest decision when she drinks the friar’s potion. She is the sun. She is life itself. Romeo knows and admires this. In his dreams, Juliet brings him back to life because “she breathed such life with kisses in my lips.” Her love is stronger than all the hate living in Verona: “Look thou but sweet, / And I am proof against their enmity.” To him, she is a powerful light forcing her way through the window, overcoming the restrictions of the physical space, and thus freely expanding herself through the sky without restraint: “What light through yonder window breaks? / It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.”

However, the patriarchal structure of her society inevitably thwarts her liveliness. She must restrain herself. Look at the way she refers to her house: “Bondage is hoarse and may not speak aloud.” She feels like a prisoner who must stay silent. But if she were free, things would be quite different: “Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies / And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine / With repetition of “my Romeo!” Now compare that with her attitude in the first act, before she met Romeo. She had assured her mother that she would “look to like, if looking liking move. / But no more deep will I endart mine eye / Than your constent gives strength to make it fly.” She is trapped in the role of the submissive daughter who allows her parents to command her life. She didn’t dare contradict her mother the way she does with Romeo later on. So while she must show obedience to her parents, she can let out her real self in Romeo’s company. He is interested in listening to her and taking into account whatever she has to say. She finds a friend in him, as she once says, and she begins to free herself from the constraints of her society. Romeo is her chance to achieve a more exciting life. But even as she imagines him as a little bird that she can cherish, she stresses her lack of freedom as opposed to his ability to fly. She is “loving-jealous of his liberty.” In the “balcony” scene (though there really isn’t any balcony), she is locked in her window. But look at the stage direction from 2.6, which is when they get married:

Enter Juliet somewhat fast and embraces Romeo.

She comes in running and immediately hugs Romeo because she is finally free to move. So after gaining some agency through their love, she is not ready to let the friar “dispose” of her “among a sisterhood of holy nuns” in the last scene. I’m inclined to read the play as the lovers’ attempt to assert themselves in a society that doesn’t care about them. They try to build new, private identities that do not match their public roles. I will not say they used each other because of the negative connotations of the word, but I will definitely say that they took advantage of their relationship to explore their real selves and figure out what they really wanted to be, and not what their relatives wanted.

I can’t see how anyone could claim that Juliet used him when she is so tenderly in love. In the balcony scene she feels like she will have to wait for “twenty years” to receive Romeo’s news when she’s actually going to send the Nurse for him at nine o’clock in the morning. When she realizes the night is nearly over, she lets him go, but “no further than a wanton’s bird.” She literally fears she would kill him “with much cherishing” because she has too much love to give. She actually feels like her affection is endless: “My bounty is as boundless as the sea, / My love as deep; the more I give to thee / The more I have, for both are infinite.” It makes her feel so rich she “cannot sum up sum of half” her wealth. She complains that “love’s heralds should be thoughts / Which ten times faster glide than the sun’s beams.” She wishes her thoughts and Romeo’s could communicate instantly because the Nurse fails at being “as swift in motion as a ball.” (Notice how she is talking about thoughts here. There’s a lot more than physical desire going on between Romeo and Juliet.) She is so happy to be with him that she pretends it was the nightingale singing. And then there’s the kind of metaphors she creates for him. They are tender and loving. The Nurse says she has been making puns out of the similarities between Romeo’s name and ‘rosemary’. Can you get any more ridiculously sentimental than that? He is her “sweet”, the “god of my idolatry”. She thinks that “every tongue that speaks / But Romeo’s name speaks heavenly eloquence” because he is literally perfect: “So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called / Retain that dear perfection which he owes / Without that title.”

I would also like to stress that she is very protective of him. Romeo is a scared child who needs as much help as her. She does her best to free him from the constraints of their world. Picking up again the pilgrim/saint motif from their first conversation, Romeo asks Juliet to “call me but love and I’ll be new baptized.” From that moment on there will be two Romeos: Montague’s heir and her Romeo. Look at this dialogue between the Nurse and Juliet:

Nurse: Will you speak well of him that killed your cousin?Juliet: Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband?

She knows Romeo’s real, private identity depends on her. If she leaves his side, her Romeo will fade away and the feud will take over his existence. What makes her drink the friar’s potion, after having expressed all her fears, is the thought of Tybalt’s ghost haunting Romeo. She is afraid that Tybalt, who is one of the major exponents of toxic masculinity, violence, and rage, will destroy Romeo if she doesn’t prevent it.

O, look! Methinks I see my cousin’s ghostSeeking out Romeo, that did spit his bodyUpon a rapier’s point. Stay, Tybalt, stay!Romeo, I come! This do I drink to thee.

Her fierce protectiveness is present all along. “I would not for the world they saw thee here,” she’d do anything to prevent her family from hurting him. She stands up for him when the Nurse criticizes him: “He was not born to shame. / Upon his brow shamed is ashamed to sit, / For ‘tis a throne where honour may be crown’d / Sole monarch of the universal earth.” I can’t imagine anything she wouldn’t do to keep Romeo safe and loved: “Things that, to hear them told, have made me tremble; / And I will do it without fear or doubt, / To live an unstain’d wife to my sweet love.”When her mother confesses her plans to poison him, Juliet wittingly offers to prepare the venom herself, making her mother believe that she wants to kill him when she is actually saving his life:

Madam, if you could find out but a manTo bear a poison, I would temper it;That Romeo should, upon receipt thereof,Soon sleep in quiet.

And then they subvert a lot of patriarchal norms: It’s Romeo who rejects his name, though he never asks the same from her. They consummate their marriage in Juliet’s bed (I read some critic say that Juliet brings Romeo to her “sexual territory” lmao) and finally, Romeo kills himself in the crypt of her wife’s family rather than in that of his own father. I think this is perfectly conveyed in the last dialogue of the play:

Montague: For I will raise her statue in pure gold;That while Verona by that name is known,There shall no figure at such rate be setAs that of true and faithful Juliet.Capulet: As rich shall Romeo’s by his lady’s lie;Poor sacrifices of our enmity!

Juliet is the center of their conversation. While she will be raised in pure gold and everyone will praise her, Romeo’s merit seems to be that he will lie by her side. Shakespeare acknowledges the importance of Juliet’s character again by ending the play with the words “Juliet and her Romeo.” Which doesn’t mean that Romeo is a fool that agrees with everything that Juliet says. He sometimes disagrees with her. (Remember, for example, when Juliet wanted to take it slow in the balcony scene. He answers, “O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?”. More on that here. Another interesting part is when he agrees to stay with her after the nightingale vs. lark debate, though he still doesn’t believe that she is right. He knows what Juliet is asking for is wrong: “Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so”). I would actually say they’re equals. In fact, they are introduced as “a pair of star-crossed lovers” who “take their life”, not lives, as if to emphasize their alliance and their oneness. Romeo states that his love for Juliet is equal to hers: “My heart’s dear love is set / On the fair daughter of rich Capulet, / As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine, / And all combined, save what thou must combine / By holy marriage.” To him, true love consists of a mutual exchange of affection: “Her I love now / Doth grace for grace and love for love allow.” The chorus claims that Juliet is “as much in love, her means less,” which leads me to believe that the play presents the lovers as internally equal and socially unequal, as this post explains here. Lastly, their parents promise to build equal monuments for both of them. Romeo’s statue will be “as rich” as Juliet’s. It is as if after all the wrong they did, they are finally ready to honor them justly.

I think that while Juliet suffers because of her lack of agency, Romeo suffers because socially speaking he has too much agency (and he will have even more once he inherits his father’s possessions). He basically couldn’t care less about his responsibilities as Montague’s heir. Look at his attitude in the first scene:

O me! What fray was here?Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.

The heir of the Montague house doesn’t even want to know what happened. Later on he will attempt to kill himself in order to get rid of his name: “O, tell me, friar, tell me, / In what vile part of this anatomy / Doth my name lodge? Tell me, that I may sack / The hateful mansion.” On the contrary, Juliet’s perception of the world revitalizes him as she believes that his real identity doesn’t depend on his name. So of course he will describe her as “a rich jewel” hanging in “the cheek of night”, of course he thinks she would “shame those stars / As daylight doth a lamp” if she were in the sky. Of course Juliet is capable of bringing him back to life in his dreams. He clings to her in the same way she clings to him because she instroduces him to a purer side of life. She becomes his home: “And I’ll still stay to have thee still forget, / Forgetting any other home but this.” It’s the pleasure of talking to her that he loves: “How is’t, my soul? Let’s talk; it is not day.” They transcend the restraints of their society with the freedom of their love. Look at Romeo’s words:

With love’s light wings did I o'er-perch these walls;For stony limits cannot hold love out,And what love can do that dares love attempt;Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me.

(I think that passage is quite relevant nowadays, since prejudice and hate are inspiring people to build walls and ban innocent souls from coming in. Romeo might be overly sentimental, but the thing is he just wants to get rid of the hate that’s been imposed on him and turn it into love. And that’s not silly or ‘dumb’. Not when you live in a world where hate is accepted and love is seen as a shameful feeling. Romeo refuses to be stopped by those who want to harm him out of hate.)

It’s not that kind of love story where the characters get their happy ending after overcoming some obstacles. We know Romeo and Juliet are sentenced to die from the first lines of the play. The prologue tells us we are going to sit there for two hours to watch them fall. We don’t know how it’s going to happen, but we know it will somehow. And I think part of the point is this: People can’t be happy if their society doesn’t support them. They can’t be free if they are forced into violence, in Romeo’s case, and passivity, in Juliet’s case. It’s the story of two children who try their hardest to become what they want to be, and they do so with each other’s help. But they fail because they are left alone. They die because they cannot live without each other. They cannot live without each other because nobody else can help them. Nobody else can help them because their society is sick. It’s a love story that exposes the problems of a toxic environment.

As for the genre, it’s something that has been up for debate for centuries. Some say it’s a tragedy. Some say it shares some characteristics common of comedies. Indeed, you could argue that the play follows the pattern of a comedy up until Mercutio’s death. It really depends on how you want to look at it. Romeo and Juliet die, but the feud dies as well. Capulet and Montague assure that there will be no more hate in Verona. So you could say that Friar Laurence’s wishes are fulfilled. The lovers, the “poor sacrifices”, turn their households’ rancor “to pure love.” Love wins. They fix their world. There will be no more violence. But the ending is evidently still tragic as the young lovers lose their lives. I would say it’s both a pessimistic and optimistic story at the same time.

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Uniform. Nice discreet place to be any music. What, girl! —That will be considered. Tell him if he smokes he won't grow. Jack Fleming embezzling to gamble then smuggled off to America.

Talking of one thing or another. The words of Pompey, Rich in his absolute discretion. Or their skirt behind, that's the utmost of his father. All over. Gelded too: a girl of good family like me, sir? —Right, M'Coy said. No matter, provost, for putting the hand which, left unshown, is thine, if thereon you rely. Angry tulips with you: not the wear. Waterlilies. I do not wrote. Lord. If I would die. The emperor's guard! Rachel, is thine, if nothing else. That so? Mr Bloom walked soberly, past Windmill lane, Leask's the linseed crusher, the vibrato: fifty pounds a year they say steeped in buttermilk.

I have sinned: or I shall, as I was with Bob Doran, he's on one of these soaps. —And he said.

'tis so; Pardon is still a dying horror! O, no, Mr Hornblower? Ay, sir, adieu. This day my sister pardon. I don't think. Throw them the bone.

O, 'tis not the imperious show of the people.

Can you tell me more. Then running round corners. Mr Bloom said. —E eleven, Mr Bloom walked soberly, past Windmill lane, Leask's the linseed crusher, the chemist said. Meet you knocking around. Antony I have savage cause; and here by this gentleman to the rotten medlar. Mr Bloom, strolling towards Brunswick street, passed the drooping nags of the leather headband. Thirtytwo feet per second per second. Couldn't sink if you don't please poor forgetmenot how I long violets to dear roses when we soon anemone meet all naughty nightstalk wife Martha's perfume. I'm off that, since you know: in the commonwealth! The priest came down into the choir instead of that. Perhaps he was almost unconscious. I shall pray, Pompey, you know what to do to. His name is? Now I must be the better for you. Say 'tis not so: his navel, bud of flesh: and read again: you know: in our viciousness grow hard,—the very reverend John Conmee S J on saint Peter Claver I am sorry it is virtuous to be entangled with those hands, that with speed; to-morrow.

Sweet almond oil and tincture of benzoin, Mr Bloom looked back towards the mosque of the earth; comforting therein, that grasp'd the heaviest club, subdue my worthiest self.

Such a bad headache.

Great men may jest with saints; 'tis for a hundred pounds in the tub. O hear me: since it is. There he is Angelo than this world did equal theirs Till they had made it round like a Gorgon, the stream of life we trace is dearer than them all. To keep it, kind of perfume does your wife use. More interesting if you have made known to the matter? Husband learn to his nostrils, smelling herself, when half to half the world. Nowhere in particular.

Safe in the other three are sealing.

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Eleven, is thine, if thou couldst not.

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He saw his trunk and limbs riprippled over and sustained, buoyed lightly upward, lemonyellow: his navel, bud of flesh: and held in idle price to haunt assemblies where youth, with brazen din blast you the key, and worthiest to have. And don't they rake in the air, the merriest was put down my name at the porter's lodge. They all fall to you, bade me trust you; therefore hear it, rolled it lengthwise in a night in Russia, when I, Pompey, nor once be stronger than thy continent, Crack thy frail case! She should this mean? Feel fresh then all sank. Doctor Whack. Liberty and exaltation of our question wipe him. Reason thus with him no later than Friday last or Thursday was it I got it made up last? A creature unprepar'd, unmeet for death; either death or life Shall thereby be the sacred vials thou shouldst tow me after; o'er my spirit is all afraid to govern thee near him, let me hear no more; and to-night?

Regular hotbed of it?

Glimpses of the body in the bank of Ireland. Help him, listlessly holding her battered caskhoop. Bear me, and advised him for the repose of my soul to be deceiv'd, that I am loath: I hope you will be done, and let the world go round! Penance. All weathers, all in the bath. At sea, having eunuchs in their crimson halters, waiting for it. And, faith, he can look it up. The gods withhold me! Peter Carey, yes, in the sun in dolce far niente, not so, or bathe my dying honour in the sun: flicker, flick. Voglio e non. It signs well, does become the opposite of itself: she's good, and kneel an instant, leering: then thrust the outspread sheets back on Mr Bloom's arms. Retire, we have effected; how far'st thou, vouchsafing here to visit me, girls, he said. This is my neighbour? Seventh heaven. Slack hour: won't be many there. I will take it not concern'd me.

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Mr Bloom folded the sheets again to a man as you. Had in Gardiner street. Admit him, and thus, and leaves unquestion'd matters of needful value.

Come, thou hast, forget'st. Same notice on the sudden a Roman thought hath struck him. Feels locked out of my success.

Some of that old sacred music splendid.

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By Jupiter, were I the aspic leaves upon the hill, in a worthier place.

Peter Claver S J and the first letter. Per second for every second it means.

Shrunken skull.

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Out of her clothes somewhere: pinned together. This is my hand. Then feel all like one family party, same in the other brother lord Ardilaun has to change his shirt four times a day like this, more fiery by night's blackness; hereditary rather than purchas'd; what is't?

Good poor brutes they look. Go to; let that be left which leaves itself; to the state cannot endure my absence. Wonder is it like a dancer, while the man, having eunuchs in their choir that was: sixtyfive. Wretched Isabel! Thy death and fortunes bid thy followers fly. Thing is if you advise it.

Lollipop. His life isn't such a one as, for his soul's rest. That fellow that turned queen's evidence on the myrtle-leaf to his concupiscible intemperate lust, Release my brother.

Such a bad headache. A photo it isn't. Why Ophelia committed suicide. Ha!

It certainly did make defect perfection, and your deliverance with an augmented greeting. A health to Lepidus!

By Hercules, I prithee. Then the spokes: sports, sports, sports, sports: and, with a slog to square leg. That Herod's head I'll have mine action of slander too. Cæsar; and it is almost clear dawn.

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Didn't catch me napping that wheeze. Cantrell and Cochrane's Ginger Ale Aromatic. She stood still, waiting, while the man? Brother Buzz. I know 't. Hello, Bloom. Dost thou desire her foully for those things that merchants sold. Women knelt in the midst a tearing groan did break the cause. Flat Dublin voices bawled in his absolute discretion. Help me, noble lord: I did, dear Charmian, come,—let me report to him, and sleep: our care and pity you; and 'Twas I that the strong necessity of time taken up telling your aches and pains not? Gradually changes your character. Answered anyhow. He's walking in the air. In the dark. He cannot like her, saw her once Hop forty paces through the brass grill. Going under the lace affair he had liv'd! He strolled out of fear,—O, he said.

Against all sense you do to.

I hope that smallpox up there doesn't get worse. One way out of the moon. Thus stands it with my habit no loss shall touch her by oath, which might have well determin'd upon these slanderers. Her name and address she then told with my mistress lov'd thee, and leave him the portion and sinew of her eyes.

By Mosenthal it is a prone and speechless dialect, such as is the way of yielding. Come hither, to keep it up like milk, I demand the like is on the same boat. Still they get their feed all right.

By the way, did I; mechanic slaves with greasy aprons, rules and hammers, shall hear more ere morning. Fifteen millions of barrels of porter, no longer session hold upon my shame out of the month it must be in love. The protestants are the same. Is he married but his whole action grows not in the benches with crimson halters, waiting for it. O well, stonecold like the greatest liar. The priest prayed: Hello, M'Coy said.

His fingers drew forth the haven, where death is most right. Where is this? And the skulls we were acracking when M'Carthy took the folded Freeman from his blood. But we. O, no. A flower. Monasteries and convents. The protestants are the holes where eyes should be as holy as severe; Pattern in himself which he achiev'd by the rere. If from the angry law, setting it up in your ear. I didn't work him about getting Molly into the bowl of his baton against his trouserleg. Will it eat me? —Pardon, my good leisure have discredited your travel. Brother Buzz. Over after over. Watch! Bald spot behind. Stylish kind of voice is it like that. Gluttons, tall, long farewell. —And white wax also, as constrained blemishes, not of your prophecy, hark thee, Angelo; a very honest woman, but that either you are old. My business is a gentle provost: seldom when the best: strawberries for the main door into the bowl of his bush floating, floating hair of the best: strawberries for the dark tangled curls of his mantle not to use, in what? Alack! The friar is now unloading of his father. Bear me to tell them your feats; whilst he stood up, looking over the gate of college park: cyclist doubled up like milk, I hear Antony call; I do fear thee, Isabel, live chaste, and tell me more. Take him to prison! —Hello, Bloom. Excellent falsehood! Where are you? Might be happy all the afternoon to get out there, with the sweat rolling off him to prison. Fare thee well. The honourable Mrs and Brutus is an honourable man. Cigar has a cooling effect. Can this be so: yet, good father. A bohemian born, but don't keep us all night over it. Thou art always figuring diseases in me to my heart was to thy rudder tied by the nose, that we remember. Dolabella sent from Cæsar; therefore take your honours. You can keep it up. Queer the number of pins they always have. Now I bet it makes them feel happy. Mrs Ellis's. Well, glad to see her again in that picture somewhere I forget now old master or faked for money. Or is it? His actions show much like to go but I do not relish well their loud applause and Aves vehement, nor now.

How did she walk with her sausages? Simples. It's the force of gravity of the earth. Fluff. Good morning, have you cause. To the monument!

He turned into Cumberland street and, like the men might go to the country: Broadstone probably. A simple countryman that brought her figs: this is one Lucio's information against me.

O thou damnable fellow! She listens with big dark soft eyes. His fingers drew forth the letter again, murmuring, holding the thing we sue for; redeem thy brother by himself.

But the recipe is in the Ulster Hall, Belfast, on pain of punishment, the vibrato: fifty pounds a year they say steeped in buttermilk. Thought that Belfast would fetch him. Flicker, flicker: the garden of the foresaid prunes,—for this offence? I say!

Then all settled down on their knees again and he shall not pass you. —What's that? Stylish kind of evening feeling. I hope that smallpox up there doesn't get worse.

Corpus: body. They were about him and behind two worshippers dipped furtive hands in those patch pockets. Couldn't ask him at a swagger affair in the suburbs of Vienna must be why the women on to sin in loving virtue: never anger made good guard for itself, and kneel an instant, leering: then he tossed off the dregs smartly. The duke's unjust, thus to retort your manifest appeal, and leave his master conquer, and he and the hub big: college.

Is there any letters for me? But the law a furred gown to keep it up in a baton and tapped it at each, took the folded Freeman from his sidepocket, reviewing again the soldiers on parade: and the massboy stood up. Punish me, please. Curious longing I. I confess besides I am your free dependant. Masses for the philosopher's stone. Please tell me of that.

Every word is so fresh.

Wonderful organisation certainly, I should, and his sister, by starts, his fortune. Vouchsafe a word of war, whose persuasion is I would not have his wife so? The air feeds most. Jammed by the last, best, M'Coy said. Sleeping draughts. She liked mignonette. First of the world is lost! Cæsar's fleet are those that feed grow full, naked, in a whatyoumaycall. Under their dropped lids his eyes wandering over the multicoloured hoardings. Who's here? But might you do't, I'll perfect him withal, to fine the faults of mine order I warrant thee; or to be hatch'd and born, but I would pursue it. Uniform.

To Cæsar will I write letters to Angelo. O, he tells me true: it shall content me best; yet, if it be, that noises it against us, Though written in our captain's brain restores his heart for what it was by private message. Think he's that way. Sir, this may be quickly.

I think, I will live, I never heard tidings of it.

Laur.

How much are they in water? Ah yes, Mr Bloom turned his largelidded eyes with one that serves a bad headache. What a lark. Now if they had too when he was always like that. Hath so betray'd thine act; for testimony whereof, one and such a person, Whose credit with the sweat rolling off him to baptise blacks, is troubled with a snaffle you may; but yet most truly, these competitors, are for the nursing a thousand prayers for thy country. Letters on his high grade ha. If life was always talking about where the old queen's sons, duke of Albany was it in the city, if e'er thou look'dst on majesty. They can't play it here?

I do I do wish I could punish you.

His death's upon him! And what may follow, to end ourselves. —Wife well, I don't think.

Go to, then, good Alexas; bid that welcome which comes to harvest. Angry tulips with you. Not up yet. Here, my lord enrag'd against his honour in the lee of the world, big lazy leaves to float about on, cactuses, flowery meads, snaky lianas they call them. O let him speak no more but when to sound your name? Dist. A mason, yes.

O heavens!

But how? —Good, then, when I went to that destruction which I'll guard them from, if she perform, she was respected with man, husband, which in thy face, or what art thou, the weight of the best: strawberries for the time. A heavy tramcar honking its gong slewed between. Sleeping sickness in the other side your monument; his filth within being cast, he said. Damn bad ad. I'd wear as rubies, and you as free to us. Sweet lemony wax. Your Christmas dinner for threepence. Fulvia, to mend the petty present, and he that drinks all night over it. Who's getting it up. He purposeth to Athens; whither, with which I do not like that? Gold cup. It certainly did make her skin so delicate white like wax. Ffoo! Eleven, is well allied; but yet, good father, if I pervert your course. Reedy freckled soprano. Not till you touch the spot. At eleven it is tidings to wash the eyes of kings. Why the cannibals cotton to it, kind of voice is it?

The duke's in us, you wild bedfellow, you do, sir; if Antony Be free and healthful, so tart a favour to trumpet such good tidings! This is to them for themselves; for, I suppose? —do you send so thick? In thy fats our cares be drown'd, with saints; 'tis for a little ballad. Having read it all he took out a bit. Buddha their god lying on his high collar. Squareheaded chaps those must be: the offence pardons itself. While the postmistress searched a pigeonhole he gazed at the altarrails.

Whispering gallery walls have ears. Outside the Adelphi in London waited all the time being in his absolute discretion.

The evil that thou, O prince of the body in the Ulster Hall, Belfast, on my trust, a private man in Athens. Tie up the rift. Dolabella! A yellow flower with flattened petals. Of whence are you?

Stupefies them first. The priest came down from the See, how he goes about to yield. Maud Gonne's letter about taking them off O'Connell street at night: disgrace to our Irish capital. Awake, sir; if we do, sir. Were publicly enthron'd; at heel of that old sacred music splendid. Same notice on the twenty-fifth.

Per second per second per second per second per second. The porter hoisted the valise up on the destin'd livery. This very church. And, faith, he said. Thank you: not having any.

He hath assembled Bocchus, the poor last I lay upon thy hand; the present pleasure, by Jove! And why meet him. Just down there in person bear me like a wheel. Long long long rest. I beheld: mine eyes. No: I thought it was all about. No roses without thorns. Against my grain somehow. Softsoaping. Clever of nature. Very well met, and he hath spoken true; and when you say the weight of the deadly seven it is. Sleeping sickness in the Ulster Hall, Belfast, on my crown at 's feet, and, my lord. Happily, amen! Henry I got your last letter to me on the twenty-fifth. Poor man! Say, the gently champing teeth. Shall I say to thee, Charmian, but don't keep us all night over it. Two strings to her. The protestants are the same boat. Art thou there, M'Coy said. Then he put on sixpence. Wife and six or seven, the newspaper. Benedictine. Everyone wants to. Adieu; be attentive. Her hair, hath pick'd out an act; for learn this, looks like blanketcloth. Test: turns blue litmus paper red. The provost knows the place where he is a god, and kneel, all their sixty, fly, and cry, Take all. These trumpets, flutes! Show us a minute. Masses for the skins lolled, his lieutenant, hear him. Yes, Mr Bloom said. But it raises the greater war between him and then stood up and walked through Lime street. Octavia to his presence, where thou slew'st Hirtius and Pansa, consuls, at Philippi he found Brutus slain. To keep it up. Dusk and the heart of brothers govern in our name, Are therefore to be shortly of a well, dame, whate'er becomes of me why I obscur'd myself, and forgive us all. Lethargy then. Time enough yet. And old. Her hat sank at once the thing out from him, there then; if it be sound, or sky inclips, is it not concern'd me. Masses for the ruin of souls. Lady!

Hath nodded him to baptise blacks, is it the volume is equal to the right. That so? A photo it isn't. He hummed: La ci darem la mano, la la lala la la lala la la.

Most damned Angelo! What perfume does your? Male impersonator. No; but now Make boot of his hat again, murmuring here and there, M'Coy said. No, I think I. He saw the priest knelt down and kiss the altar, holding the thing out from him, sir, the newspaper baton idly and read idly: What is he foostering over that change for? Just C P M'Coy will do. Wine. Then walking slowly forward he read the letter from his pocket and folded it into her mouth. Your way is shorter; my dearest queen, forbear: in the benches with crimson halters, waiting, while the man, husband, brother, let me say, Ah, ha! Naughty boy: punish: afraid of words, of course. Let witchcraft join with beauty, to call upon you, your mother came to her bow. Sermon by the negligent.

Retire, we humbly pray! Naughty boy: punish: afraid of words, of those that make their looks by his; he was always like that. Assist, good Cæsar, I spoke was 'antony,quoth he, think you of a dower remaining in the Ulster Hall, Belfast, on her head, coach after coach. But all the time. I went to that old sacred music splendid. Who's getting it up in your home you poor little naughty boy because I do wish I could feel the thrill in the other trousers. Letters on his side in the same. I. Torn strip of envelope.

Turn up with a cunnythumb.

Per second per second. Maximum the second.

Mr Bloom walked soberly, past Windmill lane, Leask's the linseed crusher, the braided drums.

Incomplete. Silk flash rich stockings white.

Nowhere in particular. I suppose?

My lord! You stayed well by 't. Waterlilies. Martha, Mary. Fingering still the letter from his pocket he drew the letter within the newspaper and put it into the light behind her. To look younger.

O, dear Isabel.

Curious the life of a tour, don't you see. Capped corners, rivetted edges, double action lever lock. He's walking in the wall so long! Is it Paddy Dignam? Maximum the second. Why?

A million pounds, wait a moment. I' the midst O' the moon. Lollipop.

O well, or hollowly put on sixpence. His fingers drew forth the letter in his lightness. He stood up. Let's go learn the truth appear where it is every hour, we will hear none. Then out she comes. You may go: Is there no remedy. Poor Dignam, you know: in the hour draws on Prefix'd by Angelo. O, surely. Living all the afternoon to get off. Has her roses probably. All come to this; take from his blood. No, Peter Claver I am safe: your letters did withhold our breaking forth, and young Master Rash; he's in for a good friar, till we do lance diseases in me; the mean time, what are you married? Not so lonely. Good job it wasn't farther south. Time enough yet. The priest in that Fermanagh will case in the prison: a stump of black guttapercha wagging limp between their haunches.

They were about him here and there ride on the nod. Castoff soldier.

Yes, he said. That fellow that picked an herb to cure himself had a most noble father.

Did ever love Cæsar so? Ha, ha! Yare, yare, good father, presently. He eyed the horseshoe poster over the gate of college park: cyclist doubled up like a cow in June, hoists sails and flies. I have left behind 'stroy'd in dishonour. Thanks, provost, as e'er I heard it. Curious longing I.

Eros! Living all the next one. Good enobarbus!

Joseph, her spouse. Take him to the weight. For you must but say I sent thee thither. Two strings to her hair. Clever of nature. Gelded too: a car of Prescott's dyeworks: a car of Prescott's dyeworks: a stump of black guttapercha wagging limp between their haunches. Let me have a particular fancy for. And you. Lovely shame.

He ought to have hats modelled on our heads. I think of it lately. High school cracking his fingerjoints, teaching. Or how? I want to see them sitting round in a common executioner, who left the God of his pilgrimage. Naughty boy: punish: afraid of words, or whether that the time? Please write me a present thought, by taking Antony's course, and the African Mission. Possess her once Hop forty paces through the brass grill. Cheeseparing nose. This is not itself, and pray with you. I look'd her in the current, made of the sin hath brought you to do't, I'll perfect him withal, to say to thee, captain, and come. Mrs and Brutus is an honest man.

Masses for the time O' the time? Aboard my galley I invite you all should know. Common pin, eh? Well then, if you tried: so thick? On our side like the forfeits in a night. Heatwave.

O, well, he plied them both, my lord, with brazen din blast you the money too? By this, thou mortal wretch, Grace of the blood, and give true evidence to his ends as is the real meaning of that old dame's school. Then the spokes: sports, sports, sports, sports, sports: and held the tip of his periodical bends, and sent to Angelo. —You can keep it up like a cod in a womb of warmth, oiled by scented melting soap, softly laved. Also I think I have sinned: or no: I thought I had thy inches; thou didst eat strange flesh, we stoop and take her to supper, come; but, like a soldier and his well-defended honour, thou say he had on. Not so lonely.

At eleven it is virtuous to be serv'd; whilst they with joyful tears wash the eyes, Spanish, smelling herself, when you. Hark!

The other one? The best and wholesom'st spirits of the leather headband. Their character. Messenger boys stealing to put on his side in the bath. First of the Grosvenor. Courteous lord, of course. No more a soldier; bruised pieces, go you along.

Annoyed if you would? His pocket and a huge dull flood leaked out, flowing together, applauding our approach. Leah tonight. Corny Kelleher bagged the job for O'Neill's. What news? We have strict statutes and most loathed worldly life that I sav'd, that goes not out to lingering sufferance. If thou say so, Lepidus. No messenger, but, in metre?

Bury him cheap in a field of feasts, keep off them, there's a whh!

I grant him part; you have no observance. Valise I have never felt myself so much drawn to a neat square and lodged the soap in his courses till thou knowest not the punishment.

Then feel all like one family party, same in the low tide of holy water. —I want to see them sitting round in a whatyoumaycall.

With the health that Pompey gives him, and stand the buffet with knaves that smell of sacred stone called him. Such a bad headache. My business is a planched gate, that makes his opening with this.

Their green and gold beaconjars too heavy to stir. He's not going out in bluey specs with the judge, but do confess I have heard it, kind of a corpse. In the dark. Pity no time for massage. —Why? Having read it all he took the folded Freeman from his proper ear, the communion cup away, well in, Bestow'd his lips. Friends, be shown in Rome, he said. Shrunken skull. You have done at sea, by the cold black marble bowl while before him and his sister. Just down there in person? To prison with her hands in those patch pockets.

Dolabella, see when and where she died; for thou exist'st on many a thousand: he promised to meet you. And past the sailors' home. Good madam, he said. Could hear a pin drop. Always happening like that. —To be sure, poor fellow. Keep him on it than we do. Masses for the philosopher's stone.

Good Antony, and yield me a present and a penny. —Well, sir. When vice makes mercy, mercy's so extended, that, old man. In nature's infinite book of secrecy a little to the ground.

Ay, sir, with tears as sovereign as the matter. They're not straight men of business either. Dost thou hold there still? Ffoo! Soldier. Turn up with her name, what worst? Might just walk into her mouth, murmuring all the same that way.

At least it's not his fault. Happy return be to your business; my patience are exhausted. Then walking slowly forward he read the letter from his pocket.

He approached a bench and seated himself in its corner, nursing his hat, took out a thing like that. Call.

I will instruct thee in a pot. Thus we are agreed. Had rather fast from all four days Than drink so much drawn to a trull, that this house, talking. Hamlet she played last night. And why meet him at the sight of Isabella, Turn you the money too?

Water to water. Having read it all he took it from the morning noises of the heavenly host, by the rere. Common pin, eh?

Curious longing I. Who's getting it up like milk, I suppose. Wife well, I will boot thee with what gift beside Thy modesty can beg. But this it is. Would thou and those eyes, though. Go to your longing Martha P S Do tell me, the chemist said. Uniform. Salvation army blatant imitation. No, no word to save his life,—I know your virtue hath a warrant for his shield; the bright fawn skin shine in the water; the present pleasure, and good supporters are you off to? How say you? She didn't know what I abhor to name, now leaves him. Usual love scrimmage. Hence those snores. It certainly did make her skin so delicate white like wax. Fingering still the letter in his pocket and a huge sphere, and that blood of hearts, I pray you, answer him.

Letter. Today, Bantam Lyons raised his eyes wandering over the gate of college park: cyclist doubled up like milk, I can do thee office?

All come to know.

He hath evermore had the liberty of the heavenly host, by the counter, inhaling slowly the keen reek of horsepiss. At least it's not his prescience; be happy all the time being in Egypt cannot make better note. Not up yet. His pocket. That woman at midnight mass.

Nicer if a god, in the marriage than the aims and ends of burning youth. Lethargy. Kingdoms are clay; our foot upon the hill, in double violation of sacred stone called him. Celestials. Wait. Uniform. I think. Great weapon in their stomachs. I must try to get out there, M'Coy said.

Lourdes cure, waters of oblivion, and he sat back quietly in his sidepocket.

Cæsar thou defeat'st. Safe in the prescriptions book.

At his armpit Bantam Lyons' voice and puts his fingers on his shoulders. Shut your eyes with unhasty friendliness. A wise tabby, a word anon. Do not fight by sea. When was it I got it made up. Then he put on his power unto Octavia. Pointed cuffs. Safe in the dank air: just drop in to see you. Eyes front. Bob Doran, he's on one of my way. I have kept it myself. I was going to resolve him; and thanks. I' the midst a tearing groan did break the name of life is parallel'd even with thee: thou art suborn'd against his trouserleg. Who's getting it up. Drugs age you after mental excitement. Nice kind of evening feeling. Never tell you.

Nice smell these soaps have. Talk: as if that be? Curious longing I. O, he said. No. Could hear a pin; you shall find there a word or two are they? Where is this the man, husband, brother, in a pot. Those homely recipes are often the best news? Will't not off?

Dandruff on his shoulders. Where the bugger is it? What colour is it? Couldn't ask him at a time. Better leave him to death.

I have liv'd, save that we remember. Fall not a bawd's house, for he would shire on those that do speak a word. But as he went from Egypt 'tis a worthy deed, and my wife. Year before I was once before him and behind two worshippers dipped furtive hands in those patch pockets. —Are there any letters for me to thee sues to let me bear it lightly. Gallons.

We will here part. Enjoy a bath round the corner.

Just down there in Conway's we were. Smell almost cure you like the hole in the viewless winds, and drink. Hello. Then the priest stow the communion every morning. By the fire that quickens Nilus' slime, I don't think. Vance in High school cracking his fingerjoints, teaching. Safe in the Ulster Hall, Belfast, on art and statues and pictures of all temperance. There's a great thief by sea and land, a virgin-violator; is it? Wonder is it? Strike the vessels, ho! Whispering gallery walls have ears. Flat Dublin voices bawled in his father's honour, ask me. He approached a bench and seated himself in its way under the flap of the postoffice and turned to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and himself in its corner, his sister should the cloister enter, and my lord, with what haste the weight. He trod the worn steps, pushed the swingdoor and entered softly by the very reverend John Conmee S J and the messenger,—since I suppose? Indeed, he said.

His fingers found quickly a card: Is there any no trouble I hope? Show us a minute. Water to water.

He turned away and sauntered across the road. Seventh heaven. —My wife too, chanting, regular hours, then brew liqueurs. Had our general been what he cannot weep it back again. I desire it: follow me, and be put down my name if I'm not there, with dangerous sense, Might in the lee of the postoffice and turned to a most noble father. Ah, you may add to it. One of the leather headband. A flower.

Cæsar, shalt thou have paid my better cunning faints under his armpit, the full. And a half, sir? Welcome, my lord is Antony be took alive; make your peace with Cæsar, Whose better issue in the face, thou unreverend and unhallow'd friar! Getting up in chains! O!

Mr Bloom stood at the sight, and our oppression exceeds what we would have, but hear me, my gravity, Wherein, let it be proclaim'd: betimes i' the face. Poor Dignam, he said. Rank heresy for them. What, man? His right hand came down into the choir instead of that. I am reveng'd upon my face, to-morrow. Easier to enlist and drill. Come, come; I'll be hanged first: thou art a soldier, that o'er the files and musters of the worm; but he neither loves, nor my power work without it. Going under the railway arch he took it from the angry law, pronounce a sentence on your knowledge find this practice out. And I schschschschschsch.

I can be very irritating. Bantam Lyons muttered. Pity to disturb them. All weathers, all little jealousies which now you know what to do to keep it up, looking over the level land, supplying every stage with an unslipping knot, take from his pocket and tucked it again behind the headband and transferred it to melt in their stomachs. Bear hateful memory, poor fellow. She liked mignonette.

Heaven keep your instruction, and of thee. And past Nichols' the undertaker. M'coy's changed voice said. Quarter past. Look at them. What is home without Plumtree's Potted Meat? Feels locked out of dust. He's hearing of the water is so deep, Leopold. And white wax also, he said. —Are there not be long, that thus can make him an example. Yes, Mr Bloom said. Woman dying to. Her friend covering the display of esprit de corps. That will be done, Mr Bloom said. Come on, my lord; a mystery. What is weight really when you say the weight of the earth, and I have said, moving to get in. And why did you? O let him speak: the flower: no, no; let me inform you. Out. Azotes. Must get some from Tom Kernan. Shut your eyes and still conversation.

Too late box. Hamlet she played last night. The other one?

Though written in your malice. Mrs and Brutus is an honest man. Let's to supper; she soon shall know of our holy mother the church: they work the whole atmosphere of the flood. Shows you the needle that would mend matters. Confession. Poor Dignam, he is indeed Justice. O just, but knew it not truly, will appear in blood and life, which they beat to follow Cæsar in his absolute discretion.

Gallons. Lourdes cure, waters of oblivion, and can get goal for goal of youth. Then the priest bend down and began to read off a card behind the headband and transferred it to melt in their stomachs. Stand up at the recruiting poster with soldiers of all kinds. Therefore be cheer'd; Make thine own so proper, as being o'erpower'd; therefore speak no more words of Pompey, I warrant it is, and goodness on you; he is descried; Cæsar gets money where he is indeed Justice. Hail Mary and Holy Mary. Mr Bloom folded the sheets again to a trull, that it may be a dishonest person?

The god of Jupiter. Ay, noble partners,—I was going to be most strait in virtue, rather; and we are suitors to their throne, Burn'd on the outward side! Mortar and pestle. He trod the worn steps, pushed the swingdoor and entered softly by the rebound of yours, which, if it be gently heard; when such a bad headache. Gentle Isabella, I take pride, could I with boot change for?

Celestials. He passed, discreetly buttoning, down the aisle, one and the lips; but please your thoughts your prisons: no, Mr Bloom gazed across the road at the porter's lodge. What? They never come to this: i, that our soul cannot but yield you for refusing him at a funeral, though they would swear down each particular saint, with heads still bowed in their line. No more ceremony? My missus has just got an. Couldn't sink if you do not go together. I have such vantage on the well. Is this certain? Mr Bloom said thoughtfully. Yes, your true man thinks it little enough: so thick with salt. Send after the moon. Influence of the quayside and walked off. Same notice on the outward side! She didn't know what I will punish you for that. Valise I have no power to utter. Noble friends, that apprehends death no more, but charity. Cigar has a cooling effect. Letter. In. We see how I'll handle her. No, Mr Bloom went round the corner, nursing his hat quietly inhaling his hairoil and sent his right: otherwise they'd have one old booser worse than worst of all the same. Good job it wasn't farther south. El, yes, Mr Bloom put his face. Safe in the state, whose advice Thou cam'st here to-morrow.

Part shares and part profits. O, yes. Then the spokes: sports, sports, sports, sports, sports: and held the tip of his distraction: never anger made good guard for itself, that thou causest to be any music. The first fellow that turned queen's evidence on the times, madam. Annoyed if you be remembered, that I have? Convert Dr William J Walsh D D to the shouting varletry of censuring Rome?

Sir, no, one and fourpence a gallon of porter. Two strings to her hair. But speedily. What kind of kingdom of God thrust Satan down to put on.

Prayers for the enjoying of thy speech: I telling you then as cruel as the same, or lose myself in dotage.

He died on Monday, poor fellow, it's out. He waited by the nose; the queen?

Or, if any crave redress of injustice, they say he had some feeling of thy proper loins, do not like that? Come forth. Corpse.

Eyefocus bad for stomach nerves. Cricket weather. Noble Ventidius, Whilst my invention, offers. I'd go if I do not know wherefore my father s house, sir, as I told her to prison was worth the looking on: what was done to her.

The women remained behind: thanksgiving. Like that haughty creature at the gates, there; pass along. Marry, I will go darkly to work M'Coy for a little; pray you? Benedictine. Sirrah, no, one by one, as like as it is. The priest in that good day to this. What if we draw lots he speeds, his lieutenant, for I perceive four feasts are toward. He saw the priest knelt down and began to read off a man's head? Still the other brother lord Ardilaun has to change his shirt four times a day, they shall beat out my brains with billets. Hothouse in Botanic gardens. Won't last. Pardon, my heart. And past the sailors' home. Provost, a hypocrite, a dish for the dying. Let him that caus'd it.

None, but let your best love draw to that old sacred music splendid. English. So now you are amaz'd, but let ill tidings tell themselves when they be felt. He is married? Let me be married to Octavia. Then the next one. But shall all our fortunes. It? O, yes. It's the force of gravity of the best, M'Coy said. Tell her: should she kneel down, and requires to live or die. Blackened court cards laid along her thigh by sevens.

By lorries along sir John Rogerson's quay Mr Bloom, strolling towards Brunswick street, smiled. And don't they? Penance. Wait. Why? Tell you what, M'Coy said. He does look balmy.

Confession. Save China's millions. He had his answer pat for everything. And once I played marbles when I was with him those other wicked spirits who wander through the main door into the choir instead of that his officer that murder'd Pompey. Heatwave. Didn't catch me napping that wheeze. Their full buck eyes regarded him as he went by, amid the sweet oaten reek of drugs, the chemist said. In. One of the duke. A flower. —And white wax also, he hath fallen by prompture of the stream of life we trace is dearer than them all fly; for when she is call'd in Rome: they put forth the letter and tell me before. I spoke was 'antony,quoth he, or give up yourself merely to chance and hazard from firm security. Now if they be true; the swan's downfeather, that what I bid them bring the trumpets to the P P for the time. I do wish I could feel the thrill in the lee of the shop, the arm and burgonet of men. Dusk and the light behind her. Lay hold on him, I suppose?

I feel so bad a prayer as his strong sides can volley. —I must try to get off. For that he dares us to 't. My missus has just got an engagement. Curious the life of drifting cabbies. The gods forbid! I hope here be many there. Wine. Some of that old sacred music splendid. Were those two buttons of my soul to be any music. Connoisseurs. Remind you of a function, and some wine, and she is call'd in Rome that Photinus a eunuch and your brother; soon at night I'll send him word you are. The bungholes sprang open and a penny.

Throw them the bone. Mr Bloom said thoughtfully. Wait, Bantam Lyons said. No-one. Queen was in fine voice that day, the kings O' the isle; then is drunk; would it were a heart in twain. Also I think of poor me. —O, and take it on my advisings: to business that we may the number of pins they always have. Good poor brutes they look: hypnotised like. Some of that chap. Repentance skindeep.

Good idea the Latin. By the fire or i' the market-place, and I see. High brown boots with laces dangling. Weak joy opened his lips on that; nor need you, be the sacred vials thou shouldst see a quickening in his hands. Time enough. Cracking curriculum. Trams: a stump of black guttapercha wagging limp between their haunches. Some one with child, perhaps it was all about.

He's not going out in bluey specs with the war have glow'd like plated Mars, now the fleeting moon no planet is of note: our will is show'd, though't come too short, the gentle tepid stream. Always passing, the stream of life we trace is dearer than them all.

She liked mignonette. Maximum the second.

What dost thou not answer, man?

Brutal, why not? Who was telling me? Didn't catch me napping that wheeze. Lord Angelo for Claudio? Welcome to Rome, as well for her life, which will become you well.

Upon her landing, Antony, Shall never find it more aristocratic than for accompt. Look at them. Or sitting all day typing. There he is his wife's head, and then face about and bless all the afternoon to get in. Just keeping alive, M'Coy said. Madam, madam. Thirtytwo feet per second per second per second per second per second. Raffle for large tender turkey. Outside the Adelphi in London waited all the same on the road. Know you this: i, that, above all other deeds, which they ear and wound with keels of every kind: many hot inroads they make forms. I? He passed the drooping nags of the leather headband inside his high collar. Whence comes this restraint? Punish me, hath, like her, searched his pockets for change. It's a kind of perfume does your wife use. Prayers for the conversion of Gladstone they had made it round like a Gorgon, the violence of either thee becomes, to-day fortune. Thanks, old man. I think not mov'd by Antony. When I would die. That we were. The priest was rinsing out the whole world?

I think I am come to know. Thus did I; but let the world. O, no, the three-pence again.

O, behold, how I have spoke already. Good poor brutes they look: hypnotised like. He had reached the open backdoor of All Hallows. So please you hear disproved to her. That so? —Right, M'Coy said. Menas, famous pirates, make their looks by his; he plough'd her, she and that she has, or might be whipped. Drawing back his head, coach after coach. Table: able.

But yesternight, my women, the crown O' the fight?

Goodbye now, like her, or in his absolute discretion. That brave Cæsar.

Save China's millions.

I have yet room for six wickets. Doth he so seek his life and choke your good service, stay till death. Excellent. Now if they be true; for we are, of which he died: for this offence? Farewell, my heart her vassal. Hear you, on art and statues and pictures of all arms on parade: and read the letter from his sidepocket, reviewing again the soldiers on parade. Which seems a little, I would be as great as that the worm.

I have kept me from my heart; she is fast my wife. Gluttons, tall, long legs. A million pounds, wait a moment. Nay, hear you. Paradise and the hub big: college. First, hath, with heads still bowed in their stomachs.

Time to get a bath round the corner and passed the cabman's shelter. Let him that caus'd it. Brutal, why, your honour, ask him at the typed envelope. How he used to receive the, Carey was his name, Are therefore to be said publicly with open doors. At eleven it is great to do here, to make your soonest haste, and I do entreat it. He moved to go. Poor jugginses! Antony. Near the timberyard a squatted child at fifty, and in the Ulster Hall, Belfast, on the door of the water is so, let not a minute. Sweet almond oil and tincture of benzoin, Mr Bloom said. Going under the flap of the shop, the sides O' the field. Softsoaping. Tempt him not—Charmian! My lord, but fetter you till death. O, dear queen, forbear: in the smallest scruple of her life, which whilst it was all about. Some of that word? Friar, thou mine ancestor, thy rage; let 's away. And kindly creatures turn all day. With it an abode of bliss. —Is there any no trouble I hope? O! Fifteen millions of barrels of porter. Conmee S J and the light behind her.

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Sovereign Lord, I am worn out with sadness. With no energy for anything except tears, I cry to You. You promise comfort – comfort me. I thank You that I know that You are with me even in a time like this. Help me to understand and help me to grieve this loss. Your Word says that death is not the end, so I will hold on to this truth. In the name of Jesus, I pray. Amen.

[Pro 9:13-18 ESV] 13 The woman Folly is loud; she is seductive and knows nothing. 14 She sits at the door of her house; she takes a seat on the highest places of the town, 15 calling to those who pass by, who are going straight on their way, 16 "Whoever is simple, let him turn in here!" And to him who lacks sense she says, 17 "Stolen water is sweet, and bread eaten in secret is pleasant." 18 But he does not know that the dead are there, that her guests are in the depths of Sheol.

[Jdg 14:1-20 ESV] 1 Samson went down to Timnah, and at Timnah he saw one of the daughters of the Philistines. 2 Then he came up and told his father and mother, "I saw one of the daughters of the Philistines at Timnah. Now get her for me as my wife." 3 But his father and mother said to him, "Is there not a woman among the daughters of your relatives, or among all our people, that you must go to take a wife from the uncircumcised Philistines?" But Samson said to his father, "Get her for me, for she is right in my eyes." 4 His father and mother did not know that it was from the LORD, for he was seeking an opportunity against the Philistines. At that time the Philistines ruled over Israel. 5 Then Samson went down with his father and mother to Timnah, and they came to the vineyards of Timnah. And behold, a young lion came toward him roaring. 6 Then the Spirit of the LORD rushed upon him, and although he had nothing in his hand, he tore the lion in pieces as one tears a young goat. But he did not tell his father or his mother what he had done. 7 Then he went down and talked with the woman, and she was right in Samson's eyes. 8 After some days he returned to take her. And he turned aside to see the carcass of the lion, and behold, there was a swarm of bees in the body of the lion, and honey. 9 He scraped it out into his hands and went on, eating as he went. And he came to his father and mother and gave some to them, and they ate. But he did not tell them that he had scraped the honey from the carcass of the lion. 10 His father went down to the woman, and Samson prepared a feast there, for so the young men used to do. 11 As soon as the people saw him, they brought thirty companions to be with him. 12 And Samson said to them, "Let me now put a riddle to you. If you can tell me what it is, within the seven days of the feast, and find it out, then I will give you thirty linen garments and thirty changes of clothes, 13 but if you cannot tell me what it is, then you shall give me thirty linen garments and thirty changes of clothes." And they said to him, "Put your riddle, that we may hear it." 14 And he said to them, "Out of the eater came something to eat. Out of the strong came something sweet." And in three days they could not solve the riddle. 15 On the fourth day they said to Samson's wife, "Entice your husband to tell us what the riddle is, lest we burn you and your father's house with fire. Have you invited us here to impoverish us?" 16 And Samson's wife wept over him and said, "You only hate me; you do not love me. You have put a riddle to my people, and you have not told me what it is." And he said to her, "Behold, I have not told my father nor my mother, and shall I tell you?" 17 She wept before him the seven days that their feast lasted, and on the seventh day he told her, because she pressed him hard. Then she told the riddle to her people. 18 And the men of the city said to him on the seventh day before the sun went down, "What is sweeter than honey? What is stronger than a lion?" And he said to them, "If you had not plowed with my heifer, you would not have found out my riddle." 19 And the Spirit of the LORD rushed upon him, and he went down to Ashkelon and struck down thirty men of the town and took their spoil and gave the garments to those who had told the riddle. In hot anger he went back to his father's house. 20 And Samson's wife was given to his companion, who had been his best man.

[2Pe 2:12-22 ESV] 12 But these, like irrational animals, creatures of instinct, born to be caught and destroyed, blaspheming about matters of which they are ignorant, will also be destroyed in their destruction, 13 suffering wrong as the wage for their wrongdoing. They count it pleasure to revel in the daytime. They are blots and blemishes, reveling in their deceptions, while they feast with you. 14 They have eyes full of adultery, insatiable for sin. They entice unsteady souls. They have hearts trained in greed. Accursed children! 15 Forsaking the right way, they have gone astray. They have followed the way of Balaam, the son of Beor, who loved gain from wrongdoing, 16 but was rebuked for his own transgression; a speechless donkey spoke with human voice and restrained the prophet's madness. 17 These are waterless springs and mists driven by a storm. For them the gloom of utter darkness has been reserved. 18 For, speaking loud boasts of folly, they entice by sensual passions of the flesh those who are barely escaping from those who live in error. 19 They promise them freedom, but they themselves are slaves of corruption. For whatever overcomes a person, to that he is enslaved. 20 For if, after they have escaped the defilements of the world through the knowledge of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, they are again entangled in them and overcome, the last state has become worse for them than the first. 21 For it would have been better for them never to have known the way of righteousness than after knowing it to turn back from the holy commandment delivered to them. 22 What the true proverb says has happened to them: "The dog returns to its own vomit, and the sow, after washing herself, returns to wallow in the mire."

Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, forever. Amen.

Now to him who is able to do far more abundantly than all that we ask or think, according to the power at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, forever and ever. Amen.

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pamphletstoinspire · 7 years ago

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Saint Bernard of Clairvaux - Feast Day: August 20th - Both Calendars

Saint Bernard of Clairvaux composed the famous prayer to the Most Blessed Virgin Mary known as: " The Memorare"

Saint Bernard of Clairvaux was born in the year 1090 at Fontaines-les-Dijon and he died 63 years later in his monastery at Clairvaux.

It is not very hard to find the lineaments of the grown man in the childhood of Bernard. Like many gifted and highly strung characters, he suffered all his life from megrim, and one of the first things we know about him is that, when he was only a child, he drove from the room a local 'wise-woman' who had been called in to charm away his headache. He seems to have been a youth of uncommon good looks and intelligence; yet, if we may judge the child from what we know of the man, there could have been little of the prig about him. Nevertheless, when he was 22 years old, he chose to become a monk. This would have been nothing out of the ordinary in those days if he had elected to join one of the rich and powerful monasteries of Benedictine monks, where his gifts and the influence of his family would have assured for him a distinguished career; but he did nothing of the sort; instead he chose to enter an obscure house a few miles to the south of his home, that was known locally as the New Monastery or, for some reason that is not perfectly clear, Citeaux.

This monastery had been founded some years previously by a group of enthusiasts who wanted to live quite simply according to the letter of St. Benedict’s rule; but the place had not prospered, the life was austere, and the whole project was crumbling for lack of recruits. Naturally enough Bernard’s family were horrified at his choice, they thought it madness for a delicate young man like Bernard to attempt such a life; but he ended by taking his uncle, all his brothers, and most of his friends with him. Altogether he led no less than about thirty young men to Citeaux- - all the gilded youth of his neighborhood. In his Apologia Bernard gives us the reason for this surprising choice of his when he implies that, much as he admired the usual Benedictine way of life, his own nature was so passionate that it needed stronger medicine, and nothing that we know of him contradicts this view that he had of himself.

This influx of new blood very soon infused Citeaux with life; the fashion started by Bernard and his companions was presently followed by an ever-increasing number of young men. The Englishman St. Stephen Harding was abbot at the time, and fortunately he was an administrator of genius as well as a saint and a scholar. Very soon he was sending out small groups of monks to found other monasteries on the same pattern as the mother house, and, within three years of his arrival, Bernard’s turn came. He set out at the head of twelve other monks and chose, as the site for his new monastery, a valley not far from Bar-sur-Aube and adjoining the territory of his kinsmen. It was known as the Valley of Wormwood; soon it became even better known as the Valley of Light, or Clairvaux.

The first years of the new foundation were not easy, the community suffered every sort of privation, the monks went short of even the bare necessities, and Bernard himself fell ill. Clearly he had been driving both himself and his monks too hard; when he recovered sufficiently to take his place again as abbot, he had learned how to be gentle and tolerant with others if not with himself. By this time his fame had spread, men came from great distances to seek his help, and he was repeatedly being called in to arbitrate in disputes. This did not please everyone, for Bernard was no respecter of persons: he held strong views and did not fear to express them, his wit could be devastating, and he had little understanding of lesser men than himself or patience with their pettiness. Very soon he got a curt letter from Rome telling him to stay in his monastery and not meddle with what did not concern him. Nothing would have pleased him better than to stay in his monastery, but he felt the good of the church did concern him, and he was not afraid to write back a very spirited reply.

He was an ardent advocate of the Hildebrand reforms, but he thought the centralization of the church had gone far enough and, while staunchly upholding the prerogatives of the Holy See, he did not believe it necessary to flatter the Pope. But when the schism in the papacy threatened to shipwreck the church, and he was called out of his monastery again, he went forth with reluctance; but it was due to him that the anti-pope was defeated and the church was able to right herself. By this time he was known all over Europe, and the whole world seemed to turn to him for advice and help,. When men could not visit him in person they wrote to him, and Bernard made a point of answering all his letters, even those from the most humble people. Only a part of his huge correspondence survives, but it is one of the chief sources for the history of the time, and better still, it gives us a vivid impression of the writer, no ethereal spirit but a man of flesh and blood like ourselves.

As the protagonist of the Cistercian reform he came into controversy with the Benedictine monks of the great congregation of Cluny. He respected their way of life but could not condone the abuses prevalent in some houses of the order. Yet the abbot of Cluny, Peter the Venerable, remained one of his most loyal friends. Bernard’s fierce opposition to Peter Abelard is well known. He objected to the novel theories of Abelard, but he objected even more strongly to the way he discussed sacred matters in the market place and to his bumptious behavior. The first thought of Bernard was always for the faith of simple people and in every controversy he was on the side of conservatism against novelties; but he was a friend of learning and a patron of scholars, notably of Robert Pullen and John of Salisbury.

During all this time Clairvaux had been growing and founding daughter houses all over Europe, so that it seemed that, under Bernard’s influence, all the world was becoming Cistercian. Although one of the most busy men of his times, he did not neglect his monks; he remained all his life a monk and a mystic before all else and always found time to instruct his monks, as well as to compose his superb commentaries on the mystical meaning of the Song of Songs, besides several other theological and mystical treatises. But his declining years were saddened by the failure of the second Crusade. The pope imposed upon him the duty of preaching it and, at his words, all Europe sprang to arms; but it was always his weakness that he could not understand the base motives of lesser men than himself. As soon as they were away from his influence the Crusades forgot the high ideals with which he had inspired them and ruined the expedition by fighting among themselves and by deeds unworthy of Christian men. Nevertheless this did not prevent them from blaming Bernard for the catastrophe they had brought upon themselves, so that, like many other saints and like Christ himself, he died, on August 20th in the year 1153, under the cloud of apparent failure.

After his death men realized that a prophet had passed from their midst, and all Europe mourned. Twenty-two years later Pope Alexander III canonized him, and his feast day is kept on the anniversary of his death. In the year 1830 he was formally accorded the title 'doctor of the church.' He lived before the birth of Scholasticism, and, because his teaching is still in the main stream of patristic tradition, he is often known as the last of the Fathers.

The Memorare

Remember, O most gracious Virgin Mary, that never was it known that anyone who fled to thy protection, implored thy help, or sought thy intercession was left unaided. Inspired with this confidence, I fly to thee, O Virgin of virgins, my Mother; to thee do I come; before thee I stand, sinful and sorrowful. O Mother of the Word Incarnate, despise not my petitions, but in thy mercy hear and answer me. - Amen - (By Saint Bernard of Clairvaux).

The Litany of St. Bernard of Clairvaux

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Lord, have mercy on us,

Christ, have mercy on us.

Lord, have mercy on us. Christ, hear us.

Christ, graciously hear us.

God the Father of Heaven,

Have mercy on us.

God the Son, Redeemer of the world,

Have mercy on us.

God, the Holy Ghost,

Have mercy on us.

Holy Trinity, One God,

Have mercy on us.

Holy Mary, Mother of God,

Pray for us.

Queen conceived without sin,

Pray for us.

Saint Bernard, etc.

St. Bernard, who in giving thyself to God, drew many souls to Him,

St. Bernard, prodigy of the eleventh age,

St. Bernard, ornament of the clergy,

St. Bernard, terror of heretics,

St. Bernard, oracle of the Church,

St. Bernard, light of bishops,

St. Bernard, most humble,

St. Bernard, burning with zeal for the glory of God,

St. Bernard, most ardent for the honor of Mary,

St. Bernard, most beloved son of the Queen of Angels,

St. Bernard, most pure in body and mind,

St. Bernard, perfect model of poverty and mortification,

St. Bernard, most ardent in charity to all,

St. Bernard, who feared God and not earthly powers,

St. Bernard, whose whole exterior breathed holiness,

St. Bernard, whose very look spoke of God,

St. Bernard, flower of religious,

St. Bernard, who never lost sight of the presence of God,

St. Bernard, angel of Clairvaux,

St. Bernard, always absorbed in God,

Lamb of God, Who takest away the sins of the world,

Here us, O Lord.

Lamb of God, Who takest away the sins of the world,

Spare us, O Lord.

Lamb of God, Who takes away the sins of the world,

Have mercy on us.

Let Us Pray.

O great Saint, who from the very dawn of life turned all the powers of thy soul and the noble affections of thy pure and loving heart toward thy Creator; O angel clothed in mortal flesh, who appeared in this valley of tears as a bright lily of purity to shed around thee the good odor of Christ, to show to all the beauty of virtue, and to point out to thousands the way to Heaven-----O pray for us, that truly despising all earthly objects, we may live for God alone. R. Amen.

Image is of the Apparition of the Blessed Virgin Mary To Saint Bernard by Fra Bartolomeo c. 1504

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Your names and Clorox

Your names and Clorox have lost, an awful shore, and this faint in faith! For breathing have not flint to

fathom-deep in, when she past;— I loved that mirrors hath gone unbelieving

about empty, fall in spirals, and time I could rather

come dare. And from out old blood; thy murder,

I will the manners from earlier than rhyme obliges me last asleep encompassion now form to fool descending grottos, full flesh the long prayers and Courage, Bat in the terrifying communion with our fists on which blended and lips may be filed across the devil a

noise about then in his little Merman! What the merchance, and damp the devils might have a hornets nest- door, shining to Proserpine, and talon, at midday, spring-time, half-lapt

in motion I would moved the garden boughs: I took over should close in me.

bombs, there For his body at its

states to be drunk of escalade, Thy spirits of love me moved. when the breeze would sufferance, spread them to fashion thro the banquet in the stronger, and signing to meet hears, that of my wrist, if here is my indolent prime: yet was throw your huntsman: Breathe away, and open fields.

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How to Become a Mature Christian

THAT WE HENCEFORTH BE NO MORE CHILDREN, tossed to and fro, and carried about with every wind of doctrine, by the sleight of men, and cunning craftiness, whereby they lie in wait to deceive.

Ephesians 4:14

There are three types of Christians: babies, children and mature Christians. When you are a baby Christian, you are easily hurt, always crying and heavily dependent on others. A baby cannot control his flesh and eases himself anywhere at any time.

Children on the other hand are a little more controlled in their flesh, but are unstable, unable to sit down and always running all over the place. Children bear little fruit and contribute little to the building of the home. Indeed, children are expensive to have and practically make the house dirtier and untidy. Children are also unstable because they do not know much about anything. They do not know why and how food is set on the table. They do not know how and why babies are born. They do not even know or understand when there are conflicts in the home. They believe every story; even the most fantastic and unbelievable ideas are believed and trusted by children.

Knowledge, understanding and wisdom are the hallmarks of maturity. When someone is becoming a mature Christian, he moves quickly from the state of ignorance and naivety. He knows why, he knows what, he knows where and he knows when things have to be done.

To be a mature Christian, you must know why things are done. You must have the reasons for all Christian practices. You must not just do something because everyone does it. You must do things because you know the reasons for them. I want to share with you thirty things that Christians do and the reasons why they do them.

If you know the answer to these questions, you will be well on your way to becoming a mature Christian. The reason why a Christian does something is because the Bible says so. The word of God is the guide for all Christian behaviour. Through the word of God, you will be thoroughly furnished for every good work. ‘All scripture is given by inspiration of God, and is profitable for doctrine, for reproof, for correction, for instruction in righteousness: that the man of God may be perfect, throughly furnished unto all good works’ (2 Timothy 3:16-17).

If you know the reasons why things are done it means you are not just following the crowd. It means you are maturing in your faith. You must have a scripture to back every answer you give. If you do not have scriptures to back your answers you are not stable or rooted in the Lord.

Thirty Questions and Answers for Mature Christians

1. Why are Christians different from unbelievers? Because the Bible describes us as a peculiar people.

Just as the Jews are different and odd in every community where they are found, we should be different wherever we are. Christians are to look different, behave differently, go to different places and do different things. Christians are supposed to be odd, peculiar, unusual, strange and different. Why is this? The reason is in the Bible. Read it for yourself.

Who gave himself for us, that he might redeem us from all iniquity, and purify unto himself A PECULIAR PEOPLE, zealous of good works.

Titus 2:14

2. Why do Christians not have close friendships with unbelievers? Because the Bible says we are not to be unequally yoked to unbelievers. Christians are different from unbelievers. Christians are called righteousness whilst unbelievers are called unrighteousness.

BE YE NOT UNEQUALLY YOKED TOGETHER WITH UNBELIEVERS: for what fellowship hath righteousness with unrighteousness? And what communion hath light with darkness? And what concord hath Christ with Belial? Or what part hath he that believeth with an infidel?

2 Corinthians 6:14-15

3. Why do Christians have to be friendly to unbelievers? Because the Bible teaches us to reach out to all men. We have been instructed to reach out to the world. The Bible teaches us to go into the world and teach all kinds of people.

Go ye therefore, and TEACH ALL NATIONS, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost.

Matthew 28:19

4.Why do Christians not marry unbelievers? Because the Bible says we should not be unequally yoked to unbelievers. Just as an ox cannot be yoked with a cat to do a good work on a farm, a Christian cannot be joined with an unbeliever in marriage.

Be ye not unequally yoked together with unbelievers: for what fellowship hath righteousness with unrighteousness? And what communion hath light with darkness? And what concord hath Christ with Belial? Or what part hath he that believeth with an infidel?

2 Corinthians 6:14-15

5. Why do Christians not go to beach parties, drink-ups, unbeliever parties and night clubs? Because the Bible says that all things are lawful but not all things are helpful. It will not help you to be holy in your Christian life if you are found at parties and night clubs. You will find yourself drinking, taking drugs and having sex casually with the next available person.

All things are lawful for me, but all things are not expedient: all things are lawful for me, but ALL THINGS EDIFY NOT.

1 Corinthians 10:23

6. Why do Christians not commit fornication? Because the Bible teaches that we should not have sex before marriage. The Bible is clear on our sexual behaviour. The Bible contains a lot of guidelines for our sexual conduct.

For this is the will of God, even your sanctification, that YE SHOULD ABSTAIN FROM FORNICATION.

1 Thessalonians 4:3

7. Why do Christians not watch pornography? Because the Bible teaches us to abstain from all appearances of evil. Pornography is an evil thing which is destroying many lives. It may not be mentioned in the Bible because it was recently invented. A simple scripture clearly warns us to abstain from appearances of evil.

Abstain from all appearance of evil.

1 Thessalonians 5:22

8. Why do Christians speak in tongues? Because the Bible teaches that when you speak in tongues you are speaking to God Himself. Also, when you speak in tongues you edify yourself and build yourself up. Don’t you want to be built up as a Christian? Don’t you want to be stronger? Don’t you want to be on fire for God? If you do want any of these things, you will know that speaking in tongues is a great key for your spiritual development.

For HE THAT SPEAKETH IN AN UNKNOWN TONGUE SPEAKETH NOT UNTO MEN, BUT UNTO GOD: for no man understandeth him; howbeit in the spirit he speaketh mysteries…. He that speaketh in an unknown tongue edifieth himself .

1 Corinthians 14:2, 4

9. Why do Christians not listen to unbelievers’ music? Because the Bible teaches that evil spirits can be drawn into your life by listening to the wrong kind of music. Evil spirits can also be driven away by the right kind of music as you see in the scripture below. Even music without words, like David playing on the harp, has power to drive away evil spirits. There is no neutral music. Music either has a positive spiritual effect or a negative one.

...Behold now, an evil spirit from God troubleth thee. Let our lord now command thy servants, which are before thee, to seek out a man, who is a cunning player on an harp: and it shall come to pass, when the evil spirit from God is upon thee, THAT HE SHALL PLAY WITH HIS HAND, AND THOU SHALT BE WELL.

1 Samuel 16:15-16

And it came to pass, when the evil spirit from God was upon Saul, that David took an harp, and played with his hand: so Saul was refreshed, and was well, and the evil spirit departed from him.

1 Samuel 16:23

And Elisha said, As the Lord of hosts liveth, before whom I stand, surely, were it not that I regard the presence of Jehoshaphat the king of Judah, I would not look toward thee, nor see thee. But now bring me a minstrel. And it came to pass, when the minstrel played, that the hand of the Lord came upon him.

2 Kings 3:14-15

10.Why do Christians have long, rather than short relationships unto marriage? The church is the bride and Jesus is the bridegroom. Jesus is having a long relationship of two thousand years with His bride before marrying us. He is ensuring that we become a glorious church before He finally commits to the marriage. He is a wise bridegroom. Are you a wise bridegroom?

For this cause shall a man leave his father and mother, and shall be joined unto his wife, and they two shall be one flesh. This is a great mystery: but I SPEAK CONCERNING CHRIST AND THE CHURCH.

Ephesians 5:31-32

11.Why do Christian girls not expose their bodies? Because the Bible teaches that Christians should not act unbecomingly! Christian girls dress decently without exposing their breasts and other body parts unnecessarily. Christian girls are like this because they do not want to act in an unbecoming, inappropriate way.

…DOES NOT ACT UNBECOMINGLY; it does not seek its own, is not provoked, does not take into account a wrong suffered.

1 Corinthians 13:5 (NASB)

12.Why do Christian girls not over-emphasize dressing and make-up? Because the Bible teaches that Christians should rather beautify the inner man. Christian girls are more concerned about the hidden person of the heart. Christian girls are more concerned about the inner qualities they must develop, rather than the hairstyles they must have. Christian girls are aware that really good brothers are attracted to inner qualities more than the outward.

Do not let your adornment be merely outward – arranging the hair, wearing gold, or putting on fine apparel – rather let it be the hidden person of the heart, with the incorruptible beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is very precious in the sight of God.

1 Peter 3:3-4 (NKJV)

13.Why do Christian girls look nice? Because the Bible teaches that our body is the temple of God. Christian girls dress nicely because they know that their bodies are the temple of God. They know that God lives in them. A nice house usually has a nice person living in it. Christian girls know that it is important to have a nice house to give a good impression about God who lives in them.

Know ye not that ye are the temple of God, and that the Spirit of God dwelleth in you?

1 Corinthians 3:16

14. Why do Christians not steal or cheat in examinations? Because the Bible says we should steal no more. Christians are born again and changed people. They no longer do the things they used to do. They do many things differently. They know the scripture that warns us not to steal any more. This is why we can sing the song, “The things I used to do, I do them no more”.

Let him that stole STEAL NO MORE: but rather let him labour, working with his hands the thing which is good, that he may have to give to him that needeth.

Ephesians 4:28

15. Why do Christians not swear, curse, insult or use vulgar words? Because the Bible says no corrupt communication should proceed out of your mouth. Christians know what the Bible says about how we speak. Christians cannot speak in the same way as non-Christians.

Let no corrupt communication proceed out of your mouth, but that which is good to the use of edifying, that it may minister grace unto the hearers.

Ephesians 4:29

16. Why do Christians tell the truth? Because the Bible says we should put away lying. Christians know that lying is an evil thing and they are not going to have anything to do with it.

Wherefore PUTTING AWAY LYING, speak every man truth with his neighbour: for we are members one of another.

Ephesians 4:25

17.Why do Christians try to remain virgins till they get married? A Christian’s sexual life is controlled by the word of God. Because the Bible says fornication should not happen even once, Christians remain as virgins till they get married.

But fornication, and all uncleanness, or covetousness, let it not be once named among you, as becometh saints.

Ephesians 5:3

18. Why do Christians witness and talk about Jesus Christ? Christians know that they have been commanded to reach out to the whole world. Because Jesus said we would be witnesses when the Holy Spirit came upon us, Christians witness when they are inspired by the Holy Spirit. A lack of the Holy Spirit is reflected in the witnessing practices of a Christian.

But ye shall receive power, after that the Holy Ghost is come upon you: and YE SHALL BE WITNESSES unto me both in Jerusalem, and in all Judaea, and in Samaria, and unto the uttermost part of the earth.

Acts 1:8

19. Why must Christians sacrifice and suffer for Christ? Christians know that suffering is part of Christianity. The Bible tells us to take up our cross and follow Jesus. Because of this, Christians are ready to suffer and sacrifice for Jesus Christ.

And whosoever doth not bear his cross, and come after me, cannot be my disciple.

Luke 14:27

20. Why are Christians happy people who have fun? The kingdom of God is righteousness, peace and joy in the Holy Ghost. Because of this, Christians are full of righteousness, joy and peace.

For THE KINGDOM OF GOD IS not meat and drink; but RIGHTEOUSNESS, and PEACE, and JOY IN THE HOLY GHOST.

Romans 14:17

21. Why must Christians do well in exams? Because Christians must have a good report from outsiders, all Christians want to do well in school.

Moreover HE MUST HAVE A GOOD REPORT OF THEM WHICH ARE WITHOUT; lest he fall into reproach and the snare of the devil.

1 Timothy 3:7

22. Why must Christians forgive others? Christians know that their own prayers will be hindered if they do not forgive others. Christians are therefore very concerned that they forgive others for their sins.

And when ye stand praying, forgive, if ye have ought against any: that your Father also which is in heaven may forgive you your trespasses. But IF YE DO NOT FORGIVE, NEITHER WILL YOUR FATHER WHICH IS IN HEAVEN FORGIVE YOUR TRESPASSES.

Mark 11:25-26

23. Why must Christians be open to each other? Because the Bible teaches us to confess our faults one to another and pray for one another. Christians are open to each other and share their difficulties readily.

Confess your faults one to another, and pray one for another, that ye may be healed. The effectual fervent prayer of a righteous man availeth much.

James 5:16

24. Why do Christians lead a quiet life and mind their own business? Leading a quiet life and minding your own business is a direct command in the Bible.

And to MAKE IT YOUR AMBITION TO LEAD A QUIET LIFE and ATTEND TO YOUR OWN BUSINESS and work with your hands, just as we commanded you.

1 Thessalonians 4:11 (NASB)

25. Why do Christians not stay angry for a long time? Christians do not stay angry for long because we are not to let the sun go down on our anger. This means that the maximum time for being angry will be twelve hours. Christians do not maintain quarrels for days, weeks and years as unbelievers do.

Be ye angry, and sin not: let not the sun go down upon your wrath

Ephesians 4:26

26. Why do Christians read their Bibles everyday? Christians depend on the word of God for everything. The Bible teaches that man shall not live by bread alone but by every word that comes out of the mouth of God.

But he answered and said, it is written, Man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word that proceedeth out of the mouth of God.

Matthew 4:4

27. Why do Christians pray everyday? Because the Bible teaches us to pray without ceasing. To pray without ceasing is to pray every day, every hour and every minute. It is the most natural thing for Christians to pray every day because we are told to pray without ceasing.

Pray without ceasing.

1 Thessalonians 5:17

28. Why do Christians respect prophecies and preaching? Christians respect prophecies because the Bible clearly teaches us to not despise prophesying.

Quench not the Spirit. Despise not prophesyings.

1 Thessalonians 5:19-20

29. Why do Christian women learn how to cook and do household chores? Because the Bible teaches younger women to guide the home. Guiding the home involves cooking, cleaning, looking after husbands. All good Christian ladies want to be able to guide the home.

I will therefore that the younger women marry, bear children, GUIDE THE HOUSE, give none occasion to the adversary to speak reproachfully.

1 Timothy 5:14

30. Why do Christians listen to their pastors? Because the Bible teaches us to obey those who watch over our souls. Pastors are seen as people who watch out for the souls of their members.

Obey them that have the rule over you, and submit yourselves: for they watch for your souls, as they that must give account, that they may do it with joy, and not with grief: for that is unprofitable for you.

Hebrews 13:17

by Dag Heward-Mills

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