When I read the Word, people like “Well she lookin’ sure.”
Dance in the streets, Matt Maher playin’ them Catholic beats.
This is how I roll, got my mass pants on - hot I know.
It’s Mary with the beautiful robe.
And St. Joe with humility yo.
Ahh Girl look at that Bible (x3)
I-I-It’s God’s Word
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“I used to be an adventurer like you, then I took an arrow in the knee.”
I hear this sometimes when I, as the Dragonborn, talk to a guard on the video game Skyrim. It seems many people these days have really lost their interest in adventure and going places they’ve never gone before. I could probably say the same for people who used to be avid followers of Christ, but ended their spiritual adventures because of hardships such as family conflict, peer pressure, etc.
These “arrows in the knee” are pretty hard to handle, considering how much pain is inflicted. But one should not let such obstacles stop them from heading towards Christ. If one perseveres enough with courage and strength, he or she can make it through in the end. They must “not fear the the terror of the night, nor the arrow that flies by day” (Psalm 91:5).
Life in Christ is a spiritual adventure, with quests to complete and monsters to defeat. Don’t let yourself be hindered by “taking an arrow in the knee.” Trust in Him, and you will triumph in the end!
I especially love the top left. :3
(via brandenalexander)
Once I got home, I dragged myself to my room and simply laid down on my bed facedown, relieved that another day in hell was over. I opened my backpack and began to take out the load of homework which was the result of many trees being sacrificed. Much of the material was stuff which wasn’t even transmitted to me properly by extremely lazy teachers who cared not about any student except the ones related to them. I sighed to myself and simply worked (or at least tried to work) on the assignments laid out before me.
After about half an hour of slaving away at my homework, I took a little breather and decided to relax a bit. I walked around my room a few times to get the blood flowing again. As I walked, my eyes wandered to the window. I went up to the window and heard the loud rush of the snowstorm outside. I continued to zoom in closer on a building across from my house. A run-down house: wooden sidings rotting away, gutter pipes rusting and turning a dark shade of brown. It was obviously uninhabitable to my eyes. I wondered to myself, “Who could live in such a dilapidated abode?”
Suddenly, I heard the sound of a truck coming down the street. Bright lights illuminated the street as it slowed down and stopped in front of the decaying house. The door opened. Two guys came out, one in his teens, the other middle-aged, and I also saw what seemed to be a young woman sitting in the truck. As I leaned closer to the window to look, I slightly managed to hear them speak.
“This is the place?” asked the middle-aged man.
“Well, this is the address. 316 Eagle Way. Not as neat as expected, but I guess this will have to do.”
The father and son, wearing thick coats, walked over to the back of the truck and opened the back door of the trailer. Then they started to unload furniture and other things and moved them over to the house. They continued to unload and move as the snow beat down on them until everything was in place. Once they were done, they walked over to the truck cab and started to converse.
“Son, are you sure you wish to live all alone here?” the father asked. “I know that you’ve been a very good son to us and that you’ve matured, and I’m very proud of you. But you, living in such conditions like this? It doesn’t feel right to send you here. I think you deserve much better.”
“Dad, I’ll be fine. I’m sure I’ll fare well in this new town,” the son replied. “Most likely I’m going to make some friends in this area as well as the school near here. They’ll help me adapt to life here.”
“I’m still not sure that this is a safe thing to do at this point of your life.”
The woman stepped out, also wearing a coat to keep warm, and spoke to the father. “Delvin, please.”
“Faye, I know our son is strong and can tackle anything,” the father said to her, “He’s proved it over the years, but there are a few risks involved when it comes to moving into a new place all by your lonesome. Not only that, I know about life in this town from accounts of people who had moved out of here many years ago. It’s a den of wolves. Ever since those long-hated Aspers tricked the townspeople into thinking they were getting the good stuff, the people of Cutterburg have experienced centuries of harsh rule under that family of dictators. I’m aware of what’s going to happen to my son if he ever messes with them.”
“Dad, I can do this,” the son said. “No clan of tyrants can scare me. I’ll state again that I’ll be doing fine here in Cutterburg. I’ll help around the town, know the locals a bit, and then improve a little bit the conditions these people are currently living under.”
Delvin turned away from them for a moment, appearing as if though he were thinking very thoroughly. After a short pause, he turned back to his son and said, “Very well then. I wish you the best of luck in this town.” He gave him a pat on the back. “Don’t forget to write!”
“I will, Dad,” replied the son, with a smile on his face. “Thanks a lot!” He embraced his mother and father. All three of them had tears flowing from their eyes. Faye said, “Please be careful, son. If something bad happens to you here, I’m going to be broken for the rest of my life.”
“Don’t worry, Mom,” the son replied calmly. “Everything will turn out well in the end.”
The adolescent’s parents got back into the truck. The engine started, and the truck gradually gained speed and went away. The son waved goodbye at his parents and almost immediately after that, he opened the door to his new home and went inside.
After watching the whole scene unfold, I was extremely emotional to see a guy about my age be separated from his parents, and live out that separation in a little old house that didn’t even look like it could be lived in. As I saw the door to the house close, I kept that scene which had been going on for a few hours in my head. I thought to myself, I heard from that conversation that he was a very mature son and that he could handle anything, but I doubt the fact he could endure life in Cutterburg.
After a few minutes of reflecting, I went back to my studies and other assignments. I finished after a few painful hours and felt very tired. So I changed my clothes, brushed my teeth, set my alarm, and went to sleep, prepared (but slightly fearful too) for the day ahead.
