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Who: Andre and Landon
When: About 3ish in the afternoon
Where: The lobby
"These are they who have come out of the great tribulation; they have washed their robes and made them white in the blood of the Lamb. Therefore, they are before the throne of God and serve him day and night in his temple; and he who sits on the throne will spread his tent over them. Never again will they hunger; never again will they thirst. The sun will not beat upon them, nor any scorching heat. For the Lamb at the center of the throne will be their shepherd; he will lead them to springs of living water. And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes."
Andre closed the old leatherbound Bible and stroked his goatee. This was definitely the inspiration he had needed today. He'd allowed himself to sleep in for once, thankful to the Lord for the comfortable bed again and a place to rest. But the time for rest was over; now was the time for him to make preparations. Before the Tribulation began, he'd never been a huge student of the Book of Revelations. He'd seen it as an oddity in the Bible, and while all of God's words had merit, it wasn't one of the books he'd focused on very much. But now, here in the End Times, it was all making much more sense. These weren't words for the before-times, these words, written thousands of years before, were for him, for now. They were to be an inspiration for him, to give him strength in mankind's last darkest hours. Closing his eyes and bowing his head, his hands clasped, he spoke to the Lord, the one person he was sure he could count on in this day and age.
"Our sweet Lord, thank You so much for this wonderful sanctuary You have given us, this protection from the outside world. Now I ask You for strength, for guidance. Dear Lord, help me to be Your shepherd, to lead these lost souls out of the darkness and into Your kingdom. In Your most holy of names I pray. Amen." Raising his head and opening his eyes, he had a slight smile on his face. He knew his mission, he knew what the Lord had planned for him now. All would be right with the world.
Getting up with a grunt, he walked over to the window, peeking out as much as he could. His leg was throbbing again. It had been ever since he'd left the church and been on it for too long. But the pain was temporary, a test of his faith, and he would be found worthy of God's glory. In his deep voice, he began to sing one of his favorite songs, one his wife had often sang in church. "I sing because I'm happy... I sing because I'm free... For His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me." A bit out-of-date now, seeing as there were no more sparrows, as far as he knew, but the meaning was there.
When: About 3ish in the afternoon
Where: The lobby
"These are they who have come out of the great tribulation; they have washed their robes and made them white in the blood of the Lamb. Therefore, they are before the throne of God and serve him day and night in his temple; and he who sits on the throne will spread his tent over them. Never again will they hunger; never again will they thirst. The sun will not beat upon them, nor any scorching heat. For the Lamb at the center of the throne will be their shepherd; he will lead them to springs of living water. And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes."
Andre closed the old leatherbound Bible and stroked his goatee. This was definitely the inspiration he had needed today. He'd allowed himself to sleep in for once, thankful to the Lord for the comfortable bed again and a place to rest. But the time for rest was over; now was the time for him to make preparations. Before the Tribulation began, he'd never been a huge student of the Book of Revelations. He'd seen it as an oddity in the Bible, and while all of God's words had merit, it wasn't one of the books he'd focused on very much. But now, here in the End Times, it was all making much more sense. These weren't words for the before-times, these words, written thousands of years before, were for him, for now. They were to be an inspiration for him, to give him strength in mankind's last darkest hours. Closing his eyes and bowing his head, his hands clasped, he spoke to the Lord, the one person he was sure he could count on in this day and age.
"Our sweet Lord, thank You so much for this wonderful sanctuary You have given us, this protection from the outside world. Now I ask You for strength, for guidance. Dear Lord, help me to be Your shepherd, to lead these lost souls out of the darkness and into Your kingdom. In Your most holy of names I pray. Amen." Raising his head and opening his eyes, he had a slight smile on his face. He knew his mission, he knew what the Lord had planned for him now. All would be right with the world.
Getting up with a grunt, he walked over to the window, peeking out as much as he could. His leg was throbbing again. It had been ever since he'd left the church and been on it for too long. But the pain was temporary, a test of his faith, and he would be found worthy of God's glory. In his deep voice, he began to sing one of his favorite songs, one his wife had often sang in church. "I sing because I'm happy... I sing because I'm free... For His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me." A bit out-of-date now, seeing as there were no more sparrows, as far as he knew, but the meaning was there.
