Melodies intermingled; I saw a beautiful tapestry being woven by colorful threads, brilliant and beautifully patterned into one complete picture. I felt as if I'd been lifted up, above and beyond the world, and yet seeing the world and my part in it more clearly. I knew this beauty had been created by God, and for His glory.
So far, it had gone like any other O'Byrne family gathering. His older brother, happily married, had asked, as his brother always did, if he had met the one yet. His sister managed to spend nearly the entire time on the couch necking with the guy she had brought. His mother simply pretended everything was perfect and pleasant. Ignore the family problems, and they go away.
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Let us consider life – even, I suppose, what life creeps into our sterile order. And even beyond life, let us consider all of creation – everything that we say has being, existence; be that matter or energy or however it is vogue to define it.
Some may find her high-octane cheerfulness annoying, but in my mind that’s the best thing about her. If only we all had her joy of living!
Trees are sporting red hats and golden cloaks. Frost is in the air. It’s the season for soup and sweaters, and time to switch from summer to fall books.
Joshy was born when Boo was 18 months old. From the beginning, you could see the difference between them.
I feel my flesh as it burns and disintegrates! I feel the change within my soul, as I wander from the fields of Hell and Undead, into the arms of Christ. It is over, for I go now.
The craving for blood is a strange thing – I’ve often wondered if it’s similar to learning to eat solid food as a toddler. You realize you’re hungry for something new, and what you used to consume no longer satisfies you.
The depravity in Frankenstein may scare us - yes, even horrify us - but this only sets it apart from the glory of Christianity. Our Frankenstein loves us; His creation is not left untended, but is constantly governed by His watchful eye.