Posted: Thu Oct 17, 2019 10:53 pm
I took it as emphasis.
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yep; love his faithfulness, and even (maybe especially) the monologue of his self-doubting.samrw3 wrote:But he had promised the Lord last year...every night Lord...every night I will sit there and preach to anyone who shows up. Most nights no one did. But a promise is a promise and even now as he heard all the thunder he would not move to safety.
He probably was foolish ...no he knew was foolish...but he knew the signs he would be foolish not to know the signs. But a promise was a promise and he just huddled closer and tighter in his lonely chair.
The building began to creak and the church bells whipped themselves into a cacophonous frenzy. A giant wind screamed through a whiffed out all the candles. Pastor Wright just mumbled...foolish...foolish old man I am.
also his desire for... or ambivalence to.. just disappearing at the moment.sam wrote:But he just huddled closer in his chair until if anyone had happened to come by they would have seen nothing more than a blanket wrapped chair.
^This was great!sam wrote:Suddenly the Pastor felt impression that something important needed his attention close by. No. nooo. not now...stupid impressions..his last impression left him staring around a mostly empty church for a year.
Lightning, wind, frenzy. intense.sam wrote:A sudden gust of wind blew the church door open and the Pastor store out at the lightning filled skies.
Crazy...Crazy... he muttered as he threw down the blanket picked himself up and started to walk to front of church. As soon as he walked past the front door the wind shuttered it behind him.
The Pastor took one last look behind him..well if anyone comes tonight they will have to face it alone....
Crazy...crazy he muttered as he tried to cinch his jacket closer to his body. He barely shuffled himself along as the winds ravaged around him.
I love this for the irony. And that is how life feels like sometimes.samrw3 wrote:Finally, the rain slowed down to a slow drizzle. Pastor Wright quickened his steps. Lord lead me....
All of the sudden the Pastor was face down in mud and his leg had hit a rock on the way down. He felt blood trickling down his leg.
And his gladness in this moment!sam wrote:At that moment the light burst out and over to his right he thought he saw a huddled body
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Yes Lord....and he headed over to where he had seen the huddled body.
Thanks Linna! I was also hoping for symbolism. The Pastor falls in mud (filth) and lies in there until he is humbled by the Lord to rise. Then once he rises on one knee (my symbolism continues there as additional humility) only then he is shown what the Lord wants him to see (huddled body).Linna Heartbooger wrote:I love this for the irony. And that is how life feels like sometimes.samrw3 wrote:Finally, the rain slowed down to a slow drizzle. Pastor Wright quickened his steps. Lord lead me....
All of the sudden the Pastor was face down in mud and his leg had hit a rock on the way down. He felt blood trickling down his leg.
(and yet, this did help lead him to where he wished to be!)
And his gladness in this moment!sam wrote:At that moment the light burst out and over to his right he thought he saw a huddled body
...
Yes Lord....and he headed over to where he had seen the huddled body.
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I had just seen my friend off to the airport. Talking every moment about her seeing family, we tapped down the steps of the escalator.
I rode back up it alone. Same empty waiting room with neat but plain rows of seats. There's my pink-gray vest. I looked out of the window, cascades of trees in that overlook.
I had no idea how to get back to my place from here. Our route confused me... one taxi and then another. I noticed myself wanting to edge away from the frustration.
But then I remembered I was in a dream. I didn't have to go back. Instead, I could explore.
I would want to locate three types of place- a public library, an outdoor public space like a park, and another one... which confused me, but maybe I'd know it when I saw it. I'd want to find one type of space that was technically public, but where it was not normal for people to go. A construction site not currently under operation? No, not really. Not even tecnically "public." Well, explore a bit.
I took one more look at that million-dollar view again. The trees were varying shades of dark green shot with an occasional streak of vivid red- it must be early fall. And somewhere, under all those trees, was a library.