The rich, melodious voices rose up together in unison. The high vaulted stone walls echoed and rebounded the graceful song. In the church, hundreds of candles lighted the vaulted chamber giving it a holy, almost ethereal beauty. One by one, the hooded monks walked slowly into the chapel, their chant filling the air.
Preacher: "Some of you are 'wonton!' You're like a 'whited sepulcher!' You may come to church on Sunday, bow your head and say your prayers Wednesday, but where are you 'wont to haunt' every other day?
Thlipsis: Renewed hatred, Idolatrous worship, Bent on death, Unorthodox, Lawlessness. Already- The Man of Sin In lies and death. Omnipresent- Not yet. Revelation 1:9- "I, John, your brother and partner…
The moon shone in a soft glow of silver light as he made his way to the seashore. His little foot caught on a root making him stumble but he knew better than to cry out. The blood trickling down his knee made no impression on his childish face. He had a mission.