Our Father (485 hits)
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Submitted by <ThineJericho.at.gmail.com> (View user info) at 2005-04-12 00:01:39 EDT
The young children rose from their silent station, and began murmuring the morning prayer. Catechism beads softly snapped together as the procession out of the church began much like any other day. The soft glow of controlled passion shone on cheeks as they rightly anticipated the day ahead, still awed from the importance bestowed upon them by the priests and the songs sung in praise to an figure only represented by outstretched arms stapled crudely to a tree.
Our Father, which art in heaven,
Hallowed be thy name;
Thy kingdom come;
Thy will be done,
In earth as it is in heaven.
As they slowly filed past the pews of the church, the children seemed to age, until by the time the line reached it was no longer a column, but rather a huddled mass exodus from the chapel, gossiping adults overlooking the gilded wonder that lay around them, and certainly never seeing that which was perhaps more magnificent, lying under covers of books simply labeled. The songs they had sung were merely habit, the words of the priest only as exemplary as the hand gestures he was forced from zealous embrace of holiness to recreate.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our trespasses,
As we forgive them that trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation;
But deliver us from evil.
Exiting from the wide doorway into the light beyond, the bustling crowd, full of conversation and rumor, suddenly came to a halt.
For thine is the kingdom,
The power and the glory,
For ever and ever.
Amen.
Instead of the street full of vehicles and comforts of the world, there was simply a light. A bright, overwhelming light that fades eventually back into gray. Not so much a visual appearance, but rather merely a feeling. As when a dream has just ended or will begin, for dreams are the essence of reality - nothing more than everything else at once.
The confused throng parted for a little boy, running from his parents towards where the street should be.
"Father, father!" screamed the joyous child, "I come." He disappeared somewhere right around the middle of the nonexistent street, arms outstretched in the giving and receiving of a hug.
The congregation, realizing they were unable to see as had the child - wept.
Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray thee, Lord, my soul to keep,
If I should die before I wake,
I pray thee, Lord, my soul to take.
Church-goers Perish - Freak Accident
Seventeen dead in Sunday morning disaster
Monday April 12, 2001
The T. J. Guardian
"They were all just walking out the church," exclaimed Lars Michaels, a priest at the St. Peter Cathedral, "when the statues just suddenly fell right there on top of 'em."
Apparently in a bizarre accident, twelve statues cemented down to the top of the church suddenly fell from their perch and crushed the seventeen attendees of St. Peter below.
None could be revived, despite initial attempts by other church-goers and priests, and later efforts by officers reporting at the scene.
Police are still currently investigating the circumstances surrounding the deaths.
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Submitted by joedaddy (user info) at 2005-04-12 23:12:26 EDT (#)
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Just thought I give you a little "love",
way back here.
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-- Homer Simpson
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Submitted by proofofpurchase (user info) at 2005-04-12 08:17:33 EDT (#)
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I thought this was good, you should continue this.
Submitted by gabrielpm (user info) at 2005-04-12 04:35:19 EDT (#)
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Jesusy :-(
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creepy as fuck. plus 2.
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