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the mountain that moved (part two)

December 7, 2015
… the coffee was too hot to drink. Daniel looked down at the paper in his lap. Fourteen dead … more wounded. He skipped this emotional seat and set his thoughts on the Islamic couple. He had spent most of his ordained vocation teaching parishioners that marriage rendered one faithful, and the birth of a child was like the gift of a Messiah. This child gifted to couple could become anything if brought into the serenity and nobleness of God. Raise him up in the way of Christ and he may be able to do wondrous things … but to impregnate for the sake of building an army to overcome neighbor was a wickedness of selfish parenting. He had seen too many parents overindulge, and he could not forget how his own mother was treated by clergy and even many parishioners, because she had chosen not four, five or six children but … only two. She refused the priest’s plea for a growing household, instead, waiting for her own two to give birth to refresh the family. But he had not given her grandchildren. What he had given her instead was of his ability—his calling, he thought; he had given her song. He was blessed with a voice and she and dad made sure he grew this, sharing it in the way that was shown to them: the church … or, as he had recently come to see, his church, for it was no longer an appreciated or salient staple to refer to his religious sequestering as “the church”. The fold had bloomed well beyond his confines and … what he now understood that he did not when he was entering the priesthood: there was a formidable parent rendering gift long before his church took shape and established itself through the emperor and the seamstress of the day. His was only an opportunity—an idea of a group of men desiring a one world dominion. It was a political strategy, instigated to arrange and determine, and it went about this regardless of the fortunes of others.
Daniel pondered the Islamic couple. What madness drove them to suicide while bringing as many to suffering as possible? Was this a tactic of evil, to use mass murder to gather numbers for some unseen kingdom that only they could see? He was convinced that the media and most of his brethren, possibly even most of the world, was unaware in this methodology—this thought process. There seemed to be no obvious reason for such an act, which left him to consider the not so obvious. Evil, he had been taught, had a myriad of defenses. It was the great calculator of horror and was using vagueness in a most contrite way.


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