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morrobay1990Title: Covenant
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Warning:
Genre: sappy – is that a genre?
Word count: 330
Disclaimer: They are AP's
♥ Jack
cov•e•nant
noun
1.
an agreement, usually formal, between two or more persons to do or not do something specified.
Origin:
1250–1300; Middle English < Anglo-French, Old French, noun use of present participle of covenir < Latin convenīre to come together, agree;
“Junior, I ain’t goin to church every week, now. I’m goin today since Kurt’s still out on the rig, but don’t start countin on me to be here every week. You know they can call me for a round up any time.”
“I know, Daddy, don’t worry. It’s just for today. And did I tell you the kids have Sunday school after? We’ll just stay in the back while they go through their lessons.”
“First I heard of it.”
They herded the kids into a pew and all four settled in for the service and sermon.
Ennis wasn’t used to attending church, didn’t see the need, his prayers having gone unanswered for decades.
The last time he’d even said the word “prayer” was that time by the river…clear as day, he saw that night…….river rushing………..Jack asking so little...Jack asking so much…and down through their years together they’d never been able to talk about it again…that coming together that Jack had wanted…that covenant.
The congregation quieted as the preacher stepped forward to his pulpit.
"Beloved, let us love one another, for love is from God…”
Ennis hesitated, stopped in the middle of trying to hush Junior’s littlest, stopped and stared, focused his thinking on the preacher.
“….and whoever loves, has been born of God and knows God. Anyone who does not love, does not know God, because God is love."
The words fell on Ennis’s ears like a peaceful salvo, then exploded in his brain as memories of Jack…of him and Jack…flooded in…he was suddenly back in time, back by the river, back to all the times that made the rest of his life worth living...back with Jack.
He didn’t hear the rest of the sermon, sat staring straight ahead struggling not to let feelings that had been so carefully trained to recede, surface.
He’d never remember the rest of the day, or much of the night, but woke the next day with the dream fresh in his mind…he almost thanked God.
Author:
morrobay1990Warning:
Genre: sappy – is that a genre?
Word count: 330
Disclaimer: They are AP's
♥ Jack
cov•e•nant
noun
1.
an agreement, usually formal, between two or more persons to do or not do something specified.
Origin:
1250–1300; Middle English < Anglo-French, Old French, noun use of present participle of covenir < Latin convenīre to come together, agree;
“Junior, I ain’t goin to church every week, now. I’m goin today since Kurt’s still out on the rig, but don’t start countin on me to be here every week. You know they can call me for a round up any time.”
“I know, Daddy, don’t worry. It’s just for today. And did I tell you the kids have Sunday school after? We’ll just stay in the back while they go through their lessons.”
“First I heard of it.”
They herded the kids into a pew and all four settled in for the service and sermon.
Ennis wasn’t used to attending church, didn’t see the need, his prayers having gone unanswered for decades.
The last time he’d even said the word “prayer” was that time by the river…clear as day, he saw that night…….river rushing………..Jack asking so little...Jack asking so much…and down through their years together they’d never been able to talk about it again…that coming together that Jack had wanted…that covenant.
The congregation quieted as the preacher stepped forward to his pulpit.
"Beloved, let us love one another, for love is from God…”
Ennis hesitated, stopped in the middle of trying to hush Junior’s littlest, stopped and stared, focused his thinking on the preacher.
“….and whoever loves, has been born of God and knows God. Anyone who does not love, does not know God, because God is love."
The words fell on Ennis’s ears like a peaceful salvo, then exploded in his brain as memories of Jack…of him and Jack…flooded in…he was suddenly back in time, back by the river, back to all the times that made the rest of his life worth living...back with Jack.
He didn’t hear the rest of the sermon, sat staring straight ahead struggling not to let feelings that had been so carefully trained to recede, surface.
He’d never remember the rest of the day, or much of the night, but woke the next day with the dream fresh in his mind…he almost thanked God.
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Scripture Lessons
Date: 2012-09-02 09:04 pm (UTC)Song of Songs 2:8-13
8The voice of my beloved! Look, he comes, leaping upon the mountains, bounding over the hills. 9My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Look, there he stands behind our wall, gazing in at the windows, looking through the lattice. 10My beloved speaks and says to me: “Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away; 11for now the winter is past, the rain is over and gone. 12The flowers appear on the earth; the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land. 13The fig tree puts forth its figs, and the vines are in blossom; they give forth fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Susan
Re: Scripture Lessons
Date: 2012-09-02 09:09 pm (UTC)I think so, too.