Daniel had no problem believing in demons especially since members of his family, including himself, were messed up like lines of broken meter trashing a melodious poem. What didn’t sink in was the thought that the salvation which the street preacher taught included deliverance from those pesky critters.
Anyway Daniel’s life bounced like a yoyo, like an echo, like his day-trading portfolio from one curse to the next. Often he would confuse a curse for a blessing only to find out that he had fallen back into the rabbit hole of his addictions.
Things stayed pretty much the same until a miracle occurred. Like receiving a nourishing sandwich rather than spare change he might trade for stimulations he didn’t need all Daniel had to do was reach out, take and eat which he finally did.
Denise offers the word “meter” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories. Associated with these prompts is a YouTube Channel, Two Guys and a Girlie, discussing the writing of these stories featuring Clark, Nick and Denise streaming live on Sundays at 2:30 PM EST.
These are photos I took of the Beit Shean ruins last September. For me they are an out of the way place, but they may be common for tour guides in northeastern Israel.
The first two are sidewalk tiles that were uncovered along Palladius Street. The last photo is an overview of the ruins to show where the tiles were found. In the distance is Mount Gilboa where Saul’s sons were killed by the Philistines and Saul himself died. Their bodies were hung on the walls of Beit Shean until removed, burned and buried in Jabesh (1 Samuel 31).
The shadows cast in Plato’s cave suggested there’s a source of light. The Gnostic orderings of night all lacked the means by which to save, but that’s just what we would get right since time is short before the grave.
Oliver pestered Theodore, a fellow member of the congregation, proclaiming him an unregenerate fool unworthy of heaven and heading down the highway to hell. Although he did not see himself in the witch and warlock business his words witlessly activated curses. If he had to excuse his behavior later on, without actually apologizing, he might say that his blood pressure was on the verge of exploding justifying him running his mouth leaving no unkindness unspoken.
Under his own state of demonic influence Theodore wondered if Oliver, who often went over the top, might this time be onto something admitting that he indeed was unworthy of heaven, but then who wasn’t? Given a recent diagnosis of terminal kidney disease Theodore momentarily felt like a failure both in his present life and, should Oliver’s prophecies by chance come true, the next.
Because he could think of nothing better as a response Theodore wished Oliver the mercy of deliverance that he himself longed for saying, “If the blood of Jesus isn’t enough to cover me, may it at least cover you.”
After going through the photos I found three from one spot taken a few weeks ago. We were on the Haigler Loop around Lake Haigler at Anne Springs Close Greenway. It was the best day for the fall colors that we saw.
I just took photos turning slightly from the left to the right.
Scott believed the universe was eternal because he didn’t want God to get credit for starting it and thereby interfere with his autonomy. However, entropies of all sorts undermined the theory taunting him with the thought that if an eternal universe were going to fall apart over time, as Scott believed it would, then it would have fallen apart long ago. As consolation he told himself that scientists would one day figure it all out so every rational person would have to agree with him.
Tommy asked him, “What about eternal life?”
Scott spoke slowly allowing the weight of his authority to dominate before declaring that both of them would be “eternally dead” in a few short decades adding, “and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
“Then your eternity’s not worth much,” Tommy replied.