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atallephoculary · 21 days

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—- G o s p e l —

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Hope County was truly a beautiful place; the cascading mountains and rolling hills of fertile farmland seemed to stretch for miles and miles, disappearing into lines of thick spring pines that dotted the horizon. It seemed like it was such an idyllic place; Marion often found herself reminiscing about her childhood home in Baton Rouge, Louisiana whilst on her lunch breaks due to the overwhelming amount of very beautiful but very foreign scenery… A swampy transplant into an arid tundra, a fish out of water. Being sent all over the country was hard enough as it was, but never being able to stay in one place long enough to grow some roots was harder. It was always something- a new job, a boyfriend, loss of income— something- something- something… Deputy Fuller had hoped that a change of scenery into the God fearing farmlands would strike down whatever wandering roots that would grab soil. Maybe this could actually be the place she settled down and called it good. Maybe it was the place where she would live and die quietly after she finished with whatever dumb prospect this job was.

The station was quiet, though as usual there was a gentle chatter over the radio between squad cars and her co-workers idle conversations flowing through the air in a gentle hum while the air conditioning unit whirs quietly overhead. As nice as it was to have such down time, it did put a slight alarm through her. Could it be quiet here for longer than a day? Probably not- there was always something happening over the radio, with those Peggies meandering around the valley and mountains- the ‘Eden’s Gate’ project, or whatever.. She really didn’t care. It didn’t affect her life, (well- it did- it did so much she ended up in Hope County, Montana to fill in a position that was, in fact, permanently vacant); and the ways it did affect her were easily written off with a nice blunt and a cold drink at her small cabin after work. Quitting time was always on her mind- her hazy green hues darting over to the white bubble clock that hung over the dirty front door. 5:15 p.m.- another 15 minutes until she could clock out and head home… Outside, a caravan of white vehicles with that stupid cross painted on the sides of them head down the main thoroughfare- honking and blasting their music loud enough to be heard all the way inside the station offices- “Keep your rifle by our side!” The tune hangs high in the air like a flag, and soon the cacophony of tires and engines and guitars fade into the distance until there was nothing left but the gentle clicking of the clock and the hum of the air conditioner. Marion rolled her eyes, stretched her arms up above her head and let off a loud yawn; hands unceremoniously rubbing her face and pushing back her mess of black curly hair. What a boring day. Nothing but paperwork and emails, two phone calls from the F.A.N.G center and one from the Chief to keep an eye out for a package that may or may not show up. Again. What a thrilling job; (Junior) Deputy Sheriff and she may as well have been a fucking secretary.

Another shift, another day completed; clocking out with an actual time punch was always one of the best parts of the job, one of those ‘little things’ her therapist back in Los Angeles told her when she was in her early years of being on the force.. What a lifetime ago, freshly 18 and just wanting to do the right thing— a road to hell paved with the best of intentions.. The old machine reams the paper with a clunk and Marion is out the door with her bag and glasses in hand, headed out to the old Ford truck in the parking lot.. The sun was setting by now, the sky being painted in brilliant chunks of reds and oranges and pinks.. A nice view for the drive home too, tires whirring down the evenly paved road down into Holland Valley. Farm land, for miles and miles. At least, she thought, it didn’t stink like some parts of the country she had stayed in.. These people out here took good care of their livestock and it showed. When the engine of the trucks begun to rattle and almost scream with uncertainty, it made her flicker back to reality and ease off the road and onto the shoulder; smoke flooding from the hood of the car as the lever under her seat was pressed with trepidation and concern for how she was now going to get home.

Standing over the fried engine, lit cigarette between her lips and flashlight in her southpaw, she felt like a real tool standing out there in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere, nothing but trees and fields and cars that scooted by almost hurriedly as the night settled into the valley. Marion didn’t blame them- things tended to get sketchy at best when night came.

“Aaaah fuckin’… Ya’ piece of shit, perfect fuckin’ timing to die out on me huh. You juss’ loooooove causing me issues.” The bayou woman scoffed and slammed the hood down after settling on a diagnosis: Fried radiator and snapped belt, transmission broken. Absolute destruction. Leaning now with her back to the warmed metal of the hood, she idly flicks through her phone— no signal— no reach. There was nothing out here, and she wasn’t exactly able to take a radio from the station. That was priorly a write up. So with a scoff and a groan and a few more expletives, Marion cleared the cab of her belongings and shoved them unceremoniously into her leather backpack, turned off the lights and slammed the truck door closed with a thud. There was nothing now but the eerie silence and the air current moving through the trees- if she didn’t like the dark at home, she surely hated it when outside. There was a certain fear that comes with walking alone at night, but hopefully, hopefully, the 13 mile walk in almost pitch darkness wouldn’t be that bad.

#| Gospel of Baptism — John }#And we should. — Starters }#| @extristitiavenit }#(( || And awaaaaaayy we go! ))

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paellegere · 2 months

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it's so significant to me that do you believe in miracles paralleled all hell breaks loose specifically. because ahbl is the first time dean violates sam's autonomy to bring him back to life. it shows the extreme lengths that dean will go to protect sam, and despite all the other times dean has ignored sam's personhood in his pursuit to keep him alive, this is the moment in the show that fully exemplifies just how codependent these two really are, because there's an entire season dedicated to the consequences of that codependency.

so for dybim to take that imagery and scenario and reverse the roles means that this is supposed to be just as indicative of their codependence. it's a threshold that will have major consequences because sam crossed over the point of no return. there's no going back from choosing unhealthy codependency with your brother, the show is signaling. dean is sam's ultimate decision—he doesn't choose himself, he doesn't choose independence, he chooses dean, and all that that entails. he probably only realizes that all of his posturing about autonomy was a lie at the very moment he says it out loud, but once he's finally honest with himself it's a done deal. just like dean can never go back from his deal for sam's life, sam can never return to any point before this moment. he's in this relationship for good, and he wants to be codependent with dean; that's his decision.

and this is why soul survivor hurts so bad. because dean, like sam in season 9, declares that they're not family, not brothers. the role reversal continues, and sam is now suffering all of the pains he unwittingly put dean through by trying to maintain boundaries between them. now that he's realized he can't handle having those boundaries, any distance between him and dean is too much. here sam is, violating dean's autonomy and saving him against his will, just like dean has done to him so many times before. here he is, listening to dean reject him over and over again, like a parody of all sam's attempts to extricate himself from dean. he's on the other side now, staring down his brother and seeing his past self within him.

9.23 to 10.03 is just a speedrun of the previous 8 seasons but in reverse, with sam enduring the suffering of being in dean's position. and how tragic is it for sam to finally commit to his codependent relationship with dean, only for dean to leave him the moment it happens? how must that feel, for him to finally return his brother's feelings in all their toxic and fucked up glory, only to lose him in the worst way? to have all of his own words shouted back at him with the cruel intent to hurt—jesus christ. how am i supposed to cope with this in any normal way?

#supernatural #wincest #this isn't even beginning to touch on the actual content of the 10.03 exchange. i could write another essay on the mention of john alone #seriously this role reversal shit has poisoned my brain. i'm NOT okay about this #if i could get a phd in the emotional plot of supernatural seasons 8-10 i would actually #this show IS so good at the big picture. it fucks up the small stuff so bad but the overarching meaning and plot is genuinely good #the parallels and reversals and mirroring in s8-10 are seriously evocative and poignant. and for what #it's 6am. my dogs woke me up at 4:30 to pee and i've been thinking about this nonstop ever since #how could they do this to me #the significance of dean being the one to throw away the family just when sam finally embraces it. jesus christ #and the fact that he has to be a demon to do that too #i'm so sick. nauseous over this. fuck #i'm going back to bed. good night #.txt #the winchester gospel

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justana0kguy · 3 days

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2024 APRIL 18 Thursday

"Amen, amen, I say to you, whoever believes has eternal life. I am the bread of life. I am the living bread that came down from heaven; whoever eats this bread will live forever; and the bread that I will give is my flesh for the life of the world."

~ John 6:47-48,51

#bible #verse #scripture #gospel #apostle #saint #John #Amen #God #Lord #Jesus #Jesus Christ #Christ #whoever believes #eternal life #bread of life #living bread #live forever #life of the world

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sednonamoris · 1 year

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SFW Alphabet

John Price

Obligatory disclaimer that these are simply my onions and you are free to have your own 😌🧅

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

PDA is generally a no-go (unless you’re both off duty) but he is an old fashioned romantic at heart. He wants to kiss your hands and the top of your head and for you to cling to the crook of his arm when you’re out on the town. Lowkey but possessive.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Loyal and steadfast, always putting your needs above his own.

He was impressed with you from the start, but it blossomed into a friendship when you matched his dry humor during the infrequent but recurring instances you’d run into each other. Slowly but surely you work your way closer until you’re sniping witty remarks at one another over tea every morning.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He is such a cuddler in private. When you sleep in the same bed no matter what position you start in you always end up in a vice grip come morning. Having his strong arms wrapped around you as he kisses “five more minutes” into your shoulder is definitely not the worst way to wake up… 😳

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Price will admit he’s married to the job, but oh how he yearns. One day he’s going to settle down with you nice and proper. If you want the picket fence life he’ll give it to you, and if not he’s happy to explore wherever life takes you so long as he’s by your side.

He’s a shit cook but makes up for it by volunteering for dish duty every time.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

It would break his heart in a million jagged pieces if he let someone get that close only for it to not work out, but he’s mature. He doesn’t string anyone along and makes the break as clean and fast as he can. Always in person. Always with that sad smile.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Once he’s in, he’s all in. I think it would take him a while to propose bc he doesn’t want to tie you down to his lifestyle (if you’re non military) or damage the team dynamic (if you are military), but once he gets past that he makes it a priority to get down on one knee.

He has this grand plan compete with flowers and dinner, but it might slip out before then in a moment of pure domestic bliss. He wakes up and the sun hits your face just right or you come out of the shower with steam rolling and “marry me” just tumbles out his mouth.

Of course you’d say yes either way.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He swings to opposite sides of the spectrum on this one. Sometimes he’ll hold you like you’re made of glass, and other times he squeezes too hard, like you’ll disappear if he doesn’t.

Emotionally it’s the same. There are times he’s achingly tender and others where his temper gets the better of him. He’s always so apologetic afterwards, and tries to find ways to redirect that anger in the future but it’s definitely something he works on. The man is an emotional pressure cooker.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He loves hugs, but he doesn’t really know how to ask for them. The more secure and comfortable in the relationship he gets, the easier this becomes for him.

His hugs are warm and all-encompassing. He loves having you tucked up against his chest, loves that extra reassuring squeeze he can give just to remind him that you’re real and you’re there and you’re his just as much as he’s yours.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He feels it long before he says it. It’s just such a big step and even though he’s confident that what he feels for you is love, there’s a voice in the back of his head that tells him you can’t possibly feel the same, and that even if you do you shouldn’t.

He might say it first when he just can’t keep it in any more, but if you’re the one to do it he’ll be quick to say it right back.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He doesn’t get jealous often, but when he does it’s usually around someone who can give you the things he can’t; stability, consistency, youth and carefree fun, etc. He won’t say anything (unless he’s in a mood and finds something arbitrary to snipe at them over), but he’ll snake an arm around your waist and pull you close just to prove he can. Him, and not them.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss their partner? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Strong and passionate and all-consuming and always with an edge of desperation to them. He likes to kiss anywhere he can on you, but if he’s pressed to choose he’ll say the juncture where your neck meets your shoulder, just to hear the sweet sounds you make when his whiskers tickle.

He likes to be kissed on his face. The lips are an obvious one but he absolutely melts when you kiss his cheek or his forehead or the tip of his nose. He also likes when you kiss his hands - so much blood on them and you still handle them with tenderness and a certain kind of reverence that both breaks his heart and drives him mad. 🫣💓

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He’s the best with kids. They flock to him (you always tease it’s because he’s dad shaped and watch the tips of his ears go pink), and he talks them through their incoherent toddler babble with serious nods and follow-up questions. To see him cradling an infant to his chest is to see the gates of heaven.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings on the go he makes sure you still take the time to have tea and a quick bite to eat together. Whether sitting in silence or quietly chatting about the day ahead he loves these early moments with you.

Having a lie in is a different story. You’ll wake up with his arms wound tightly around you and his breath fanning your neck. If you can convince him to get out of bed, you’ll make breakfast together. If not, you’ll have some of the best half-asleep snuggles of your life.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Cup of tea just how you like it + puttering around the sitting room doing independent activities in the same space. Maybe he’s reading or watching an evening football match, but whatever it is it’s not far from you. He 100% falls asleep on the couch in the middle of whatever he’s doing and starts to dad snore. You have many blackmail videos.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

There are some things he’ll never tell you, no matter how close you are. You have to be okay with that. What he does reveal - slowly but surely - is sad, and often shocking. He hates to be coddled over it but from the look in his eyes you know he appreciates the support and space you give him to say what he does out loud.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

The man has a short fuse, no two ways about it. He does his best, however, not to let that anger out on you.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about their partner? Do they remember every little detail they mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

How you take your tea, your favorite foods, a catalogue of your petty grievances - he remembers it all. It still takes you by surprise sometimes when he brings up the cashier who bagged your produce wrong three weeks ago, but it warms your heart to know he cares that much.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in their relationship?)

The first time he woke up apart from you and searched for your body beside his in those few half-awake blinks before consciousness. Obviously it was a bittersweet moment to realize you weren’t there, but the fact that he wanted you to be said a lot, and really solidified how much he wanted the relationship and wanted things to work out with you.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect their partner? How would they like to be protected?)

He knows you can handle yourself, but that doesn’t stop him from walking closer to the road when you’re out on the town and guiding you with a warm hand on the small of your back no matter how many times you’ve traveled the route with him. He never fully goes into ‘civilian mode’ and will sit where he can see the exits at a restaurant and check corners for threats, etc.

The only thing he needs to feel protected by you is when you reciprocate his love and make it subtle but clear nonetheless that the two of you are together.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He’s an effort man through and through. Maybe you can’t always be together due to the demands of the job, but rest assured he has gifts planned months in advance that he’s hidden in your shared flat complete with a hand-written love letter for every birthday, anniversary, milestone, etc. If he does get to be there he completely wines and dines you old-school style, taking you to a nice restaurant and putting his jacket over your shoulders if you get cold. Maybe even if you don’t.

If it isn’t a big occasion he sometimes forgets that date nights can be as simple as going to the cinema or staying in to cook a meal together. He’s just about bursting with love, though, when you remind him by doing just that.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Obviously he indulges his vices (whiskey and cigars), but the biggest thing for him is that the job always, always comes first. Before you, before him, he will do anything to make the world a better place and pay the price he knows others won’t to keep it that way. It’s self-destructive, and as much as you can explain why it hurts to see him like that and why you wish he was more invested in coming home, you both know that if it comes down to it he will always make that tough call and stake his life on it.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He keeps himself well-groomed (hello beard maintenance!!) but he’s not too terribly concerned with his looks - that he’s willing to admit. Even though thirty-seven isn’t that old, he’s the type who took on a ton of responsibility very young and as much as that aged him prematurely, he let the people around him age him more. ‘Old Man Price’ is an easier persona to maintain than a war-torn Captain not significantly older than his team whose youth was all but stolen from him. All this to say, if he admits it to himself he is a bit self-conscious about greying early.

It helps when you tell him you find the whole silver fox thing sexy. 😘

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without their partner?)

He’s whole on his own. Lonely, but whole. He knows exactly what he’s missing out on when he doesn’t let people get close and that makes it hurt even more, so when he finally does let someone in there’s a feeling of more.

Having a loving partner makes him better, certainly, but not complete.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He likes to grasp your chin and tilt your head up at him before he kisses you. Something about the trust and power you put in his hands at a moment like that really does it for him ❤️‍🔥

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Lived-in clutter is one thing but I think he would be genuinely upset by someone who leaves a mess in their space. Disorganization makes his brain fuzzy and angry and he couldn’t live with anyone like that successfully.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He snores. Not obnoxiously loud but definitely audible, and only when he’s sleeping deeply. He’s mildly embarrassed by it but you think it’s cute and love watching him go ever so slightly pink in the face when you say so.

#sfw alphabet #captain john price x reader #john price x reader #cod x reader #cod mwii x reader #sharing my gospel truth with you all 🗣️🗣️🗣️#fran writes

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ghostsmp3 · 2 months

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like i'm obsessed with his brain. i could watch this for hours

#re my other post from last night #why can't you reblog and add videos that's so stupid #anyway. john is infatuated and obsessed #if you even care #john the apostle #george xanthis #jordan ross #abe bueno-jallad #the chosen #the chosen cast #jesus x john #the beloved disciple #gospel of john #religion

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avengers-21 · 26 days

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today’s verse ✨

“took branches of palm trees, and went forth to meet him, and cried, Hosanna: Blessed is the King of Israel that cometh in the name of the Lord.”

‭‭John‬ ‭12‬:‭13‬ ‭KJV‬‬

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lesbianhotdish · 10 months

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For God so loved the world, that he reclaimed his only begotten Daughter, that whosever denies him shall perish, and upon Her blade be forgotten.

Jod 3:16

#once again stewing on writing The Gospel according to Mercymorn #tlt #john gaius #ntn spoilers #nona the ninth spoilers #ejg #htn spoilers #the locked tomb #cw religion #this is not real christianity

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gospel-art-project · 6 months

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#john mcarthur #christianity #generosity #gospel art project

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officialyourdailyinspiration · 6 months

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Jesus the True Vine

4 Remain in Me, and I will remain in you. Just as no branch can bear fruit by itself unless it remains in the vine, neither can you bear fruit unless you remain in Me. 5 I am the vine and you are the branches. The one who remains in Me, and I in him, will bear much fruit. For apart from Me you can do nothing. — John 15:4-5 | Majority Standard Bible (MSB) The Holy Bible, Majority Standard Bible is produced in cooperation with Bible Hub, Discovery Bible, OpenBible.com, and the Berean Bible Translation Committee. This text of God’s Word has been dedicated to the public domain. Cross References: Matthew 12:33; Matthew 13:21; John 6:56; John 15:16; 1 John 2:6

#Jesus #true vine #branches #abide #spiritual fruit #John 15:4-5 #Gospel of John #New Testament #MSB #Majority Standard Bible #Bible Hub #Discovery Bible #OpenBible.com #Berean Bible Translation Committee

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lionofchaeronea · 1 year

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The Crucifixion, Stefano da Verona, ca. 1400

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catholic-saint-tournament · 10 months

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Links to Gospels below:

Gospel According to Matthew

Gospel According to Mark

Gospel According to Luke

Gospel According to John

*not adding Acts of the Apostles b/c it's after Jesus' Resurrection

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fcb4 · 8 months

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Yesterday I had the delight of weaving together a sermon on a few passages out of the first chapter of John and The Silver Chair by C.S. Lewis

"In him was life, and that life was the light of all mankind. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it. The true light that gives light to everyone was coming into the world.” -John 1:5,9

The depth of analysis in this portion of the story is profound when looked at through an apologetics lens regarding living in a culture that argues this way. If you wrestle with the faith and are familiar with the lines of reasoning from "new Atheists", deconstructionists and their arguments this dialogue will not sound new.

The Silver Chair by C.S. Lewis

We've been there, too," snapped Jill. She was very angry because she could feel enchantment getting hold of her every moment. But of course the very fact that she could still feel it, showed that it had not yet fully worked.

"And thou art Queen of Narnia too, I doubt not, pretty one," said the Witch in the same coaxing, half-mocking tone.

"I'm nothing of the sort," said Jill, stamping her foot. "We come from another world."

"Why, this is a prettier game than the other," said the Witch. "Tell us, little maid, where is this other world? What ships and chariots go between it and ours?"

Of course a lot of things darted into Jill's head at once: Experiment House, Adela Pennyfather, her own home, radio-sets, cinemas, cars, aeroplanes, ration-books, queues. But they seemed dim and far away. (Thrum—thrum—thrum—went the strings of the Witch's instrument.) Jill couldn't remember the names of the things in our world. And this time it didn't come into her head that she was being enchanted, for now the magic was in its full strength; and of course, the more enchanted you get, the more certain you feel that you are not enchanted at all. She found herself saying (and at the moment it was a relief to say):

"No. I suppose that other world must be all a dream."

"Yes. It is all a dream," said the Witch, always thrumming.

"Yes, all a dream," said Jill.

"There never was such a world," said the Witch.

"No," said Jill and Scrubb, "never was such a world."

"There never was any world but mine," said the Witch.

"There never was any world but yours," said they.

Puddleglum was still fighting hard. "I don't know rightly what you all mean by a world," he said, talking like a man who hasn't enough air. "But you can play that fiddle till your fingers drop off, and still you won't make me forget Narnia; and the whole Overworld too. We'll never see it again, I shouldn't wonder. You may have blotted it out and turned it dark like this, for all I know. Nothing more likely. But I know I was there once. I've seen the sky full of stars. I've seen the sun coming up out of the sea of a morning and sinking behind the mountains at night. And I've seen him up in the midday sky when I couldn't look at him for brightness."

Puddleglum's words had a very rousing effect. The other three all breathed again and looked at one another like people newly awaked.

"Why, there it is!" cried the Prince. "Of course! The blessing of Aslan upon this honest marsh-wiggle. We have all been dreaming, these last few minutes. How could we have forgotten it? Of course we've all seen the sun."

"By Jove, so we have!" said Scrubb. "Good for you, Puddleglum! You're the only one of us with any sense, I do believe."

Then came the Witch's voice, cooing softly like the voice of a wood-pigeon from the high elms in an old garden at three o'clock in the middle of a sleepy, summer afternoon; and it said:

"What is this sun that you all speak of? Do you mean anything by the word?"

"Yes, we jolly well do," said Scrubb.

"Can you tell me what it's like?" asked the Witch (thrum, thrum, thrum, went the strings).

"Please it your Grace," said the Prince, very coldly and politely. "You see that lamp. It is round and yellow and gives light to the whole room; and hangeth moreover from the roof. Now that thing which we call the sun is like the lamp, only far greater and brighter. It giveth light to the whole Overworld and hangeth in the sky."

"Hangeth from what, my lord?" asked the Witch; and then, while they were all still thinking how to answer her, she added, with another of her soft, silver laughs: "You see? When you try to think out clearly what this sun must be, you cannot tell me. You can only tell me it is like the lamp. Your sun is a dream; and there is nothing in that dream that was not copied from the lamp. The lamp is the real thing; the sun is but a tale, a children's story."

"Yes, I see now," said Jill in a heavy, hopeless tone. "It must be so." And while she said this, it seemed to her to be very good sense.

Slowly and gravely the Witch repeated, "There is no sun." And they all said nothing. She repeated, in a softer and deeper voice. "There is no sun." After a pause, and after a struggle in their minds, all four of them said together. "You are right. There is no sun." It was such a relief to give in and say it.

"There never was a sun," said the Witch.

"No. There never was a sun," said the Prince, and the Marsh-wiggle, and the children.

For the last few minutes Jill had been feeling that there was something she must remember at all costs. And now she did. But it was dreadfully hard to say it. She felt as if huge weights were laid on her lips. At last, with an effort that seemed to take all the good out of her, she said:

"There's Aslan."

"Aslan?" said the Witch, quickening ever so slightly the pace of her thrumming. "What a pretty name! What does it mean?"

"He is the great Lion who called us out of our own world," said Scrubb, "and sent us into this to find Prince Rilian."

"What is a lion?" asked the Witch.

"Oh, hang it all!" said Scrubb. "Don't you know? How can we describe it to her? Have you ever seen a cat?"

"Surely," said the Queen. "I love cats."

"Well, a lion is a little bit—only a little bit, mind you—like a huge cat—with a mane. At least, it's not like a horse's mane, you know, it's more like a judge's wig. And it's yellow. And terrifically strong."

The Witch shook her head. "I see," she said, "that we should do no better with your lion, as you call it, than we did with your sun. You have seen lamps, and so you imagined a bigger and better lamp and called it the sun. You've seen cats, and now you want a bigger and better cat, and it's to be called a lion. Well, 'tis a pretty make-believe, though, to say truth, it would suit you all better if you were younger. And look how you can put nothing into your make-believe without copying it from the real world, this world of mine, which is the only world. But even you children are too old for such play. As for you, my lord Prince, that art a man full grown, fie upon you! Are you not ashamed of such toys? Come, all of you. Put away these childish tricks. I have work for you all in the real world. There is no Narnia, no Overworld, no sky, no sun, no Aslan. And now, to bed all. And let us begin a wiser life to-morrow. But first, to bed; to sleep; deep sleep, soft pillows, sleep without foolish dreams."

#cs lewis #narnia #the silver chair #the gospel of John #bible

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