I killed a priest when I was eleven.
That sounds bad, let me explain.
Father Davis always seemed to be close with the kids at my school, the parents never had a problem with him.
That was because he always made sure none of the kids would tell them what was going on.
Father Davis claimed that a man of God murdered in sin would return as a monster, possessed by his own vices, and extract vengeance on those that wronged him. He told us that this was where demons would come from, and why it was so important to be better than our enemies. If we killed them, they would return for revenge years later.
We were kids, this seemed reasonable.
As far as I know, he got to everyone in my class at least once for his rituals. He’d borrow students for “private study” and they’d come back looking frightened. Father Davis explained to the teachers that the word of God can sometimes be scary, especially to the innocent.
I’m not sure if they were ignorant of what was going on, or just ignored it. Either way, I do not forgive them.
He told us that if we told any adults, he’d be killed, and his spirit would haunt us. So we all kept quiet.
I don’t know why it had to be me that did something. I wish it hadn’t been, but it was.
I stayed after school one day with Rebecca, we needed to study for a history test, when we noticed Father Davis escorting a new student to the chapel.
We called him over, asking if he could help us study. He hid his annoyance and walked to the staircase, showing the new kid away.
As he got to the top, I stood up and pushed him down while Rebecca screamed. I don’t know why the urge came over me; maybe it was seeing the new kid, still unaware. Father Davis hit the bottom with a sickening thud, and he was still.
We both claimed he had just fallen, and the police bought our story. We promised to each other we’d never tell what we did, and then we went on with our lives. Over the years, more and more students from my school came forward with accusations, as we had accepted his lies of returning from the dead once we got older.
Then we started disappearing.
Rebecca kept tabs on other students. She sent me an email last week, claiming to see a dark figure in a robe stalking her, grinning in the distance. She says he is bleeding from his head, licking his lips with a whip-like tongue, and has more and more limbs everytime she sees him.
I invited her to come stay with me for a little, but she didn’t respon
... keep reading on reddit ➡I killed a priest when I was eleven.
That sounds bad, let me explain.
Father Davis always seemed to be close with the kids at my school, the parents never had a problem with him. The teachers thought he was incredibly kind. The nuns thought he was a charming man of God. The parents thought he was great with their kids.
That was because he always made sure none of the kids would tell them what was going on.
Father Davis claimed that a man of God that was murdered in sin would return as a monster, possessed by his own vices, and extract vengeance on those that wronged him. He told us that this was where demons would come from, and why it was so important to be better than our enemies. If we killed them, they would return for revenge years later. It’s why “Do Not Kill” was a commandment, it protected Christains as much as it protected the accused.
We were kids. Considering the other aspects of the Catholic church that we learned about, like magic and angels, this seemed reasonable.
As far as I know, he got to everyone in my class at least once, including me. He’d borrow students for “private bible study” and they’d come back looking frightened. When they asked, Father Davis explained to the teachers and nuns that the word of God can sometimes be scary, especially to the innocent.
I’m not sure if they were ignorant of what was going on, or just ignored it. Either way, I do not forgive them. They were adults, and we were kids. It should have been their job to protect us.
He told us that if we told any adults, he’d be killed, taken from the State prison to the electric chair, and his spirit would haunt us. It wouldn’t even be his fault, he said, a demon would take control of him, using his sin as a catalyst. Out of fear, we all kept quiet.
I don’t know why it had to be me that did something. I don’t think any of us ever get to learn why we get involved in certain events. I wish it hadn’t been, but it was.
I stayed after school one day with my friend Rebecca, we needed to study for a history test, and we noticed Father Davis escorting a new student to the chapel. The new boy had only been there for two weeks, and even though we’d all see Father Davis eyeing him up, we all were too afraid to say anything, even to him.
We called him over, asking if he could help us study. He hid his annoyance and walked to the staircase, shooing the new kid away. The kid scampered off, Father Davis watching him disappear down the hallway with longing in
... keep reading on reddit ➡Mother Mary was conceived without Original Sin. This is the Dogma of the Immaculate Conception. The Anunciation proves that she was Full of Grace when the Lord was conceived by the Holy Spirit, and Church Tradition affirms that she died in Grace, never committing any personal sins, even venial ones.
Now, Adam and Eve were also conceived filled with Sanctifying Grace or without Original Sin. On top of this, Sacred Tradition testifies that our First Parents were also given Preternatural Gifts. These were Immortality and Impassibility (freedom from death and bodily pain and injury), Integrity (complete harmony between the parts of the human person where the soul rules the body and reason rules the passions), and Infused Knowledge (knowledged infused directly into our minds like the Angels). Did our Lady even have concupiscence, which is the tendency to sin borne from the effects of Original Sin passed by generation from Adam and Eve? St. Thomas Aquinas said that this concupiscence was due to disconcert between reason and passions and the body and soul, where the passions and bodily appetites are unruly and overrule reason while the body takes over the spiritual soul. If our Lady did have concupiscence, then she resisted all bodily temptations by her complete fidelity, trust, and loyalty to God and through His Grace. If she did not have concupiscence, then it would have been impossible for her to be tempted to commit sins of the flesh (lust, gluttony, greed, anger, and sloth). But if this is so, then why didn't the Lord grant her the other two preternatural gifts as well, like Immortality and Impassibility and Infused Knowledge? We know this is so for she still died and she still had to learn things normally, by being taught through bodily experience.
Does the term concupiscence cover all of the sinful nature, or just sins of the flesh, such as gluttony and sexual immorality?
Thanks
- a strong desire
- especially sexual desire
“Rich’s battle with concupiscence for Yennefer is rather alarming.”
NOUN formal Strong sexual desire; lust.
‘St. Anthony's battle with concupiscence’
Desire. A sea of endless folly. And I a mere mortal left to row through it's injurious storms. Left to your clemency. My heart has become forfeit. My soul laid bare. Within you I find tranquility. Utter seclusion. My mind cannot torment me here. You are the harbinger of my freedom. My heart is with you not because I have chosen. But because it is the only place it feels right. I find in you the elegance of a peaceful word. The beauty that surrounds you is as immeasurable as the devotion I have dedicated to your existence. Love is to small a word. The attentiveness I have to your every breath is unwavering. I will not falter. For within you I see this ocean. This desire. I find myself rowing. The waves come crashing. The rain is driving. And as lightning breaks the sky I feel it. One single thought that violently bursts to the forefront of my mind. Tho these storms are daunting. I know how to swim.
Connotations, meaning etc.
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